aking her restless. See!"

"You mean you are," said the Harvester wearily. "Please leave us alone.
I know the words that will bring comfort. You don't."

He began the story all over again, but now there ran through it a
continual refrain. "Your doctor is coming, the good doctor you know. He
will make you well and strong, and he will make life so lovely for you."

He was talking without pause or rest when Doctor Carey returned in the
afternoon to take his place. He brought Mrs. Carey with him, and she
tried a woman's powers of soothing another woman, and almost drove the
Girl to fighting frenzy. So the doctor made another attempt, and the
Harvester raced down the hill to the city. He went to the car shed as
the train pulled in, and stood at one side while the people hurried
through the gate. He was watching for a young man with a travelling bag
and perhaps a physician's satchel, who would be looking for some one.

"I think I'll know him," muttered the Harvester grimly. "I think the
masculine element in me will pop up strongly and instinctively at the
sight of this man who will take my Dream Girl from me. Oh good God! Are
You sure You ARE good?"

In his brown khaki trousers and shirt, his head bare, his bronze face
limned with agony he made no attempt to conceal, the Harvester, with
feet planted firmly, and tightly folded arms, his head tipped slightly
to one side, braced himself as he sent his keen gray eyes searching the
crowd. Far away he selected his man. He was young, strong, criminally
handsome, clean and alert; there was discernible anxiety on his face,
and it touched the Harvester's soul that he was coming just as swiftly
as he could force his way. As he passed the gates the Harvester reached
his side.

"Doctor Harmon, I think," he said.

"Yes."

"This way! If you have luggage, I will send for it later."

The Harvester hurried to the car.

"Take the shortest cut and cover space," he said to the driver. The car
kept to the speed limit until toward the suburbs.

Doctor Harmon removed his hat, ran his fingers through dark waving hair
and yielded his body to the swing of the car. Neither man attempted to
talk. Once the Harvester leaned forward and told the driver to stop
on the bridge, and then sat silently. As the car slowed down, they
alighted.

"Drive on and tell Doc we are here, and will be up soon," said the
Harvester. Then he turned to the stranger. "Doctor Harmon, there's
little time for words. T