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He deserves every happiness, and he need never know!" The Harvester's laugh raised to an angry roar. "You simpleton!" he cried roughly. "Do you know so little of human passion in the heart that you think love can be a successful assumption? Good Lord, Ruth! Do you think a man is made of wood or stone, that a woman's lips in her first kiss wouldn't tell him the truth?
He broke a twig from a hawthorn bush beside him, and sat twisting it in his fingers as he stared down the line of the gold bridge. Never had it seemed so material, so like a path that might be trodden by mortal feet and lead them straight to Heaven. As on the hill top, night again surrounded him and the Harvester's soul drank deep wild draughts of a new joy. Sleep was out of the question.
If they shorten or weaken, I'll wake you for more medicine. You can trust me! Always you can trust me, Ruth." The Girl smiled and fell into a light, even slumber. Granny Moreland stumbled to the couch and rolled on it sobbing with nervous exhaustion. Doctor Carey called the nurse to take her place. Then he came to the Harvester's side and whispered, "Let me, David!"
We have sampled all the trenches; we have studied the ruins of Ypres with an archaeologist's eye; we know the names of the estaminets of the villages, from "The Good Farmer" to "The Harvester's Rest" and "The Good Cousin," not to mention "The Omnibus Stop" on the Cassel Hill.
Out of the valley come to me! You are well now, Girl! It's all over! The last trace of fever is gone, the last of the dull ache. Can you swallow just two more drops of bottled sunshine, Ruth?" The flickering lids slowly opened, and the big black eyes looked straight into the Harvester's. He met them steadily, smiling encouragement. "Hang on to each breath, dear heart!" he urged.
And if I know you in the least, one degree more would make you cry aloud for mercy. Oh David, are we of no consideration at all?" The muscles of the Harvester's face twisted an instant. "This is where we lop off the small branches to grow perfect fruit later. This is where we do evil that good may result. This is where we suffer to-night in order we may appreciate fully the joy of love's dawning.
The traveler's spring is a little cup or saucer shaped fountain set in the bank by the roadside. The harvester's spring is beneath a widespreading tree in the fields. The lover's spring is down a lane under a hill. There is a good screen of rocks and bushes. The hermit's spring is on the margin of a lake in the woods. The fisherman's spring is by the river.
Life is coming out right for you; that's all you need know now." "And for you, David?" "Whenever things are right for you, they are for me, Ruth." "Don't you ever think of yourself?" "Not when I am close you." "Ah! Then I shall have to grow strong very soon and think of you." The Harvester's smile was pathetic. He was unspeakably tired again. "Never mind me!" he said. "Only get well."
"I was some worried. Much obliged I am sure. Come on!" "One minute," said the doctor. "David, I am making up a list of friends to whom I am going to send programmes of the medical meeting, and I thought your wife might like to see you among the speakers, and your subject. What is her address?" A slow red flushed the Harvester's cheeks. He opened his lips and hesitated.
"Ruth, are you getting even with me for poking fun at them, or are you in earnest?" asked the Harvester. "I mean every word of it." "You really want a small, black walnut table made especially for those old dishes?" "Not if you are too busy. I could use it with beautiful effect and much pleasure, and I can't tell you how proud I'd be of them." The Harvester's face flushed.
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