I don't care to discuss it, I only want you to say you understand, if I ask you to bring the pamphlets here and tell me how I can earn money." "I do," said the Harvester earnestly, although his heart was hot in protest.

"You may be very sure that I will not misjudge you.

Shall I come at two o'clock to-morrow, Miss Jameson ?" "If you will be so kind." The Harvester stepped aside and she passed him and crossing the rifled ginseng patch went toward a low brown farmhouse lying in an unkept garden, beside a ragged highway.

The man sat on the log she had vacated, held his head between his hands and tried to think, but he could not for big waves of joy that swept over him when he realized that at last he had found her, had spoken with her, and had arranged a meeting for the morrow.
"Belshazzar," he said softly, "I wish I could leave you to protect her.

Every day you prove to me that I need you, but Heaven knows her necessity is greater.