ng an invitation to be the guests of honor Thursday
evening at the Rogers home, where they were to remain for the night
after a reception and dinner, leaving the next day for Kentucky over the
Pennsylvania.

Saturday noon they arrived at Paint Lick and were met at the station by
Mr. and Mrs. Saylor, Sr. in the family carriage drawn by two sleek black
mules; and Mr. and Mrs. Saylor, Jr. in their new Pierce Arrow.

Rosamond had consented to come over, having forgiven John, because she
thought he had in a spirit of disappointment at her marriage, rushed to
Wellesley and married Mary.

The more than a dozen years that had gone by since John had seen Mr. and
Mrs. Saylor had been kind to them. Mr. Saylor had the look and ways of a
prosperous farmer. He had grown stout and seemed to enjoy the good
things of life. His was a jovial, easy-going disposition. He considered
that fortune had been kind, now that Mary was married to Mr. Cornwall
and Caleb, his boy, was a big man and married to one of the Clays. He
owned a farm of more than four hundred acres and each year had saved
some money, so that now he was considered one of the rich farmers of the
county.

He stood in dread and fear of only one person in the world and that was
Caleb's wife. The lady, disputing the family record which he had made
when she was a little tot, rechristened his Caleb, John Calhoun Saylor,
and he dared not protest. It was several months before his hard head
adjusted itself to the new name. He reached perfection by gradation;
from Caleb to John Caleb and finally mastered John Calhoun.

Upon receipt of the telegram from New York, opening the big family Bible
to make an entry of Mary's marriage in the family record, he was
surprised to find that the entry of birth of Caleb Saylor made by him in
1885 had been changed by Mrs. Saylor, Jr., to John Calhoun Saylor, 1883
which only left his son about two years his wife's junior. Subsequently
he discovered that his son and Rosamond were each born in 1883 when he
examined a carefully mutilated record in the Clay Bible.

John liked Mrs. Saylor. She was a most unselfish soul, giving every
thought of mind and every movement of her body to service for her
husband and children.

She was a slender, large-framed woman, with snow-white hair and a
wrinkled, tired, though kindly face. The face was a happier one than
when he first knew her;--then it seemed all joy had departed from it.
She never whimpered or found fa