GEORGE REPROACHES HIMSELF The days were getting shorter fast, but the evening was warm when George Strange leaned against the rails of Farnam's veranda.

He had arrived, looking anxious, as supper was served, but did not state why he felt disturbed and Mrs.Farnam waited.

She knew he had come to consult her, and thought she knew what about.

Now he gazed moodily across the orchard, where red and yellow apples gleamed on the bent branches.

The slanting sunbeams struck across the trees, which melted, farther off, into the blue shadow of the bush.
"That's a great show of fruit," he remarked.
"Pretty good," Farnam agreed.