He can stroke it, press it tenderly, and lay it against his lips and his heart. The Harvester lacked experience in these arts, and yet by some wonderful instinct all of these things occurred to him. There was real colour in the Girl's cheeks by the time he helped her into the cafe'. They were guided to a small room, cool and restful, close a window, beside which grew a tree covered with talking leaves. A waiting attendant, who seemed perfectly adept, brought in steaming bouillon, fragrant tea, broiled chicken, properly cooked vegetables, a wonderful salad, and then delicious ices and cold fruit. The happy Harvester leaned back and watched the Girl daintily manage almost as much food as he wanted to see her eat.
When they had finished, "Now we are going home," he said. "Will you try to like it, Ruth?"
"Indeed I will," she promised. "As soon as I grow accustomed to the dreadful stillness, and learn what things will not bite me, I'll be better."
"I'll have to ask you to wait a minute," he said.
"One thing I forgot. I must hire a man to take Betsy home."
"Aren't you going to drive her yourself?"
"No ma'am! We are going in a carriage or a motor," said the Harvester.
"Indeed we are not!" contradicted the Girl. "You have had this all your way so far. I am going home behind Betsy, with Belshazzar at my knee."
"But your dress! People will think I am crazy to put a lovely woman like you in a spring wagon."
"Let them!" said the Girl placidly. "Why should we bother about other people? I am going with Betsy and Belshazzar."
The Harvester had been thinking that he adored her, that it was impossible to love her more, but every minute was proving to him that he was capable of feeling so profound it startled him. To carry the Girl, his bride, through the valley and up the hill in the little spring wagon drawn by Betsy--that would have been his ideal way. But he had supposed that she would be afraid of soiling her dress, and embarrassed to ride in such a conveyance. Instead it was her choice. Yes, he could love her more. Hourly she was proving that.
"Come this way a few steps," he said. "Betsy is here."
The Girl laid her face against the nose of the faithful old animal, and stroked her head and neck. Then she held her skirts and the Harvester helped her into the wagon. She took the seat, and the dog went wild with joy.
"Come on, Bel," she softly commanded.
The dog hesitated, and looked at the Harvester for permission.
"You may come here and put your head on my knee," said the Girl.
"Belshazzar, you lucky dog, you are privileged to sit there and lay your head on the lady's lap," said the Harvester, and the dog quivered with joy.
Then the man picked up the lines, gave a backward glance to the bed of the wagon, high piled with large bundles, and turned Betsy toward Medicine Woods.
Through the crowded streets and toward the country they drove, when a big red car passed, a man called to them, then reversed and slowly began backing beside the wagon. The Harvester stopped.
"That is my best friend, Doctor Carey, of the hospital, Ruth," he said hastily. "May I tell him, and will you shake hands with him?"
"Certainly!" said the Girl.
"Is it really you, David?" the doctor peered with gleaming eyes from under the car top.
"Really!" cried the Harvester, as man greets man with a full heart when he is sure of sympathy. "Come, give us your best send-off, Doc! We were married an hour ago. We are headed for Medicine Woods. Doctor Carey, this is Mrs. Langston."
"Mighty glad to know you!" cried the doctor, reaching a happy hand.
The Girl met it cordially, while she smiled on him.
"How did this happen?" demanded the doctor. "Why didn't you let us know? This is hardly fair of you, David. You might have let me and the Missus share with you."
"That is to be explained," said the Harvester. "It was decided on very suddenly, and rather sadly, on account of the death of Mrs. Jameson. I forced Ruth to marry me and come with me. I grow rather frightened when I think of it, but it was the only way I knew. She absolutely refused my other plans. You see before you a wild man carrying away a woman to his cave."
"Don't believe him, Doctor!" laughed the Girl. "If you know him, you will understand that to offer all he had was like him, when he saw my necessity. You will come to see us soon?"
"I'll come right now," said the doctor. "I'll bring my wife and arrive by the time you do."
"Oh no you won't!" said the Harvester. "Do you observe the bed of this wagon? This happened all `unbeknownst' to us. We have to set up housekeeping after we reach home. We will notify you when we are ready for visitors. Just you subside and wait until you are sent for."
"Why David!" cried the astonished Girl.
"That's the law!" said the Harvester tersely. "Good-bye, Doc; we'll be ready for you in a day or two."
He leaned down and held out his hand. The grip that caught it said all any words could convey; and then Betsy started up the hill.
