more food the Harvester stacked and carried away the
dishes, swept the hearth, and replaced the toaster.

"Ruth and I often lunched this way last fall," he said. "We liked it for
a change."

"Alexander, have you noticed?" asked the little woman as she lifted wet
eyes to a beautiful portrait of her daughter beside the chimney.

"D'ye think I'm blind? Saw it as I entered the door. Poor taste! Very!
Brown may match the rug and wood-work, but it's a wretched colour for a
young girl in her gay time. Should be pink and white with a gold frame."

"That would be beautiful," agreed the Harvester. "We must have one that
way. This is not an expensive picture. It is only an enlargement from an
old photograph."

"We have a number of very handsome likenesses. Which one can you spare
Ruth, Marcella?"

"The one she likes best," said the lady promptly.

"And the other is your mother, no doubt. What a girlish, beautiful
face!"

"Wonderfully fine!" growled a gruff old voice tinctured with tears, and
the Harvester began to see light.

The old man arose. "Ruthie, help your grandmother to bed," he said. "And
you, sir, have the goodness to walk a few steps with me."

The Harvester sprang up and brought Mr. Herron his coat and hat and held
the door. The Girl brushed past him.

"To the oak," she whispered.

They went into the night, and without a word the Harvester took his
guest's arm and guided him up the hill. When they reached the two mounds
the moon shining between the branches touched the lily faces with with
holy whiteness.

"She sleeps there," said the Harvester, indicating the place.

Then he turned and went down the path a little distance and waited until
he feared the night air would chill the broken old man.

"You can see better to-morrow," he said as he touched the shaking figure
and assisted it to arise.

"Your work?" Mr. Alexander Herron touched the lilies with his walking
stick.

The Harvester assented.

"Do you mind if I carry one to Marcella?"

The Harvester trembled as he stooped to select the largest and whitest,
and with sudden illumination, he fully understood. He helped the
tottering old man to the cabin, where he sat silently before the
fireplace softly touching the lily face with his lips.

"I have put grandmother in my bed, tucked her in warmly, and she says it
is soft and fine," laughed the Girl, coming to them. "Now you go before
she falls asleep, and I hope you will rest well."

She bent