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Updated: June 27, 2025
My hands and feet are always warm, and my head cool." The Harvester's face drew very close. "How about your heart, honey?" he whispered. "Anything new there?" "Yes, I am all over new inside and out. I want to shout, run, sing, and swim. Oh I'd give anything to have you carry me down and dip me in the lake right now." "Soon, Girl! That will come soon," prophesied the Harvester.
The Harvester's clear skin flushed crimson. "Of course, I don't mean no wedding ceremony," he amended. "I was thinking of a long time wasted in preliminaries when in my soul I know I am going to marry my Dream Girl before I ever have seen her in reality. What would be the use in spending much time in courting? She is my wife now, by every law of God. Let me get a glimpse of her, and I'll prove it.
I never saw anything so appealing in all my life." Now the Harvester's mother had designed that bridge and he had built it with much care. From bark-covered railings to solid oak floor and comfortable benches running along the sides it was intended to be a part of the landscape. "I'll send Belshazzar to the cabin with the wagon," he said, "so you can see better." "But you must not!" she cried.
What in the name of sense have you gone and done to the purty, lovin' child?" The Harvester's face flushed, but a line around his mouth whitened. "Loosen up!" commanded Granny. "I got some rights in this case that mebby you don't remember. You asked me to help you get ready for her, and I done what you wanted. You invited me to visit her, and I jest loved her sweet, purty ways.
He did not recognize the dress or the manner, but his dog heart was sympathetic to the man's every mood, and he remembered times when a drive down the levee always had been like this, for to-night the Harvester's tongue was loosened and he talked in the old way. "Just four words, Bel," he said.
Why this if in time, and after she had tried and tried, love to equal his simply would not come would would she be wrong to PRETEND she cared, and do the very best she could, and hope for real love some day? Oh David, would she?" The Harvester's face was whiter than the Girl's. He pounded the chisel into the joist savagely. "Would she, David?"
It was marvellous, but more wonderful to the Girl than anything she saw or heard was the fact that because of the Harvester's teachings she now could trace through all of it the ordained processes of the evolution of life. Everything was right in its way, all necessary to human welfare, and so there was nothing to fear, but marvels to learn and pictures to appreciate.
Signs were numerous everywhere prohibiting hunters from firing over the Harvester's land. Beside the lake, down the valley, crossing the railroad, and in the farther lowlands, the dog was a nervous quiver, as he constantly scented game or saw birds he wanted to point. But when they neared the city, he sat silently watching everything with alert eyes.
It was a season when at morning the harvester's call, or at noon the wood-dove's melancholy note, or at evening the low of Jersey herds, were irresistible invitations to poetic drowsiness. Brent slowly turned and looked at her. Up to this time he had been speaking only of indifferent things. "I think it is all I can do to keep from making love to you!"
I miss the sea of faces and the roar of life; at first I was almost wild with the silence, but now I don't find it still any more; the Harvester is teaching me what each sound means and they seem to be countless." "You think, then, you'll like it here?" "I do, indeed! Any one would. Even more than the beautiful location, I love the interesting part of the Harvester's occupation.
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