But in his case the battle was all for naught and there was no victory to be won.

But the man was happier than he had been for months.

His happiness was a pity and a shame to him, but it was happiness, and sweet in his soul.

It was the only happiness which he had not become too callous to feel.

If only he could have lived in the beautiful old home, and spent the rest of his life in prideful wrestling with the soil for goodly crops, in tasting the peace of life which is the right of those who have worked long! But it all seemed too late.