Valiantly had it held the fortification against encroaching modernism, yet by slow degrees surrendering. A telephone had taken the place of the more picturesque negro on a mule; the rural delivery of mail had made another breach in the walls of seclusion. Only an automobile the Colonel would not essay, declaring himself too much a lover of horseflesh to offend his thoroughbreds with this; but when a touring car occasionally penetrated as far as Arden, it was noticeable that his horses viewed it with less suspicion than their master. Fortunately for the old gentleman's peace of mind such a form of vehicle remained a novelty in this section of Kentucky. The pike out of Buckville was good for a few miles only, and then came almost impassable stretches of unworked roads before connecting with those beautiful highways which wind and interwind through the creamier centers of the State--a condition that did not invite motorists. Now as they drew near to the vine and tree entangled yard, the massive white columns stood out through the gloom to meet them. From some of the outlying cabins, former quarters of slaves, came low, minor singing of present day field hands. However many times Bob approached this place, his thoughts reverted to the evenings--half a score of years behind him--when he would ride across from his own farm to court the Colonel's daughter. He was thinking of this, of its sweetness to him then, of its blessings to him now, and quietly said: "When you marry I hope you will be as happy as I am." "Existence is satisfying enough with you and Ann and Bip," she lightly replied, "unless you want to get rid of me!" He flushed, and turned almost angrily. "There, I take it back," she said in tones as soft as the night. "It was horrid! You've been so splendid in giving me a home--although I do sometimes feel guilty for not being with the Colonel after all he's done! Yet, were I there, I couldn't give nearly as much time to Bip. Nothing can--" "I wish you'd chop that," he growled. "You talk like you're under an obligation, when you know darn well--" "I was saying," she looked up brightly, "that nothing can take its place, not even your suggested slavery; and there isn't a man in the world whom I wouldn't despise for asking me. I just don't feel a bit like it!" "Lord help us!" he cried. "When will D. Cupid, Esquire, discover this pristine hunting ground? You've a blue ribbon surprise in store for you, that's all!" "Perhaps Mr. D. Dawson will spring it," she laughed. "Or the _blase_ B. McElroy," he suggested. She made a grimace at this. Lucy whinnied, and they saw the Colonel and Dale waiting at the bottom step. "Come in for awhile," the old gentleman urged. "Now, Colonel," Bob said reproachfully, "do you know anything of Ann's temper when under suspense?"