ent me? I didn't come for money; I came to visit you, to
nurse you, to do all I can to make you well. I am going to take care of
you now so finely you'll be out on the lake and among the flowers soon.
I've got some medicine that makes every one well. It's going to make you
strong, and there's something else that's going to make you happy; and
me, I'm going to be the proudest man alive."

He reached over and took possession of the other hand, stroking them
softly, and the Girl lay tensely staring at him and gradually yielding
to his touch and voice. The Harvester arose, and passing around the bed,
he placed a chair for Doctor Harmon and motioning for Doctor Carey left
the room. He went to the shore to his swimming pool, wearily dropped on
the bench, and stared across the water.

"Well thank God it worked, anyway!" he muttered.

"What's that popinjay doing here?" thundered Doctor Carey. "Got some
medicine that cures everybody. Going to make her well, is he? Make the
cows, and the ducks, and the chickens, and the shitepokes well, and
happy----no name for it! After this we are all going to be well and
happy! You look it right now, David! What under Heaven have you done?"

"Left my wife with the man she loves, and to whom I release her, my dear
friend," said the Harvester. "And it's so easy for me that you needn't
give making it a little harder, any thought."

"David, forgive me!" cried Doctor Carey. "I don't understand this. I'm
almost insane. Will you tell me what it means?"

"Means that I took advantage of the Girl's illness, utter loneliness,
and fear, and forced her into marrying me for shelter and care, when she
loved and wanted another man, who was preparing to come to her. He is
her Chicago doctor, and fine in every fibre, as you can see. There is
only one thing on earth for me to do, and that is to get out of their
way, and I'll do it as soon as she is well; but I vow I won't leave her
poor, tired body until she is, not even for him. I thought sure I could
teach her to love me! Oh but this is bitter, Doc!"

"You are a consummate fool to bring him here!" cried Doctor Carey. "If
she is too sick to realize the situation now, she will be different when
she is normal again. Any sane girl that wouldn't love you, David, ain't
fit for anything!"

"Yes, I'm a whale of a lover!" said the Harvester grimly. "Nice mess
I've made of it. But there is no real harm done. Thank God, Harmon was
not the only white man."

"Dav