“I looked at some others,” he said, “but nothing got a second glance save this. They knew you were coming down the ages, and so they got the pearls ready. How beautiful it is on your hand! Put on the glove and wear that ring as if you had owned it for the long, happy year of betrothal every girl should have. You can start yours to-day, and if by this time next year I have not won you to my heart and arms, I'm no man and not worthy of you. Ruth, you will try just a little to love me, won't you?” “I will try with all my heart,” she said instantly. “Thank you! I am perfectly happy with that. I never expected to marry you before a year, anyway. All the difference will be the blessed fact that instead of coming to see you somewhere else, I now can have you in my care, and court you every minute. You might as well make up your mind to capitulate soon. It's on the books that you do.” “If an instant ever comes when I realize that I love you, I will come straight and tell you; believe me, I will.” “Thank you!” said the Harvester. “This is going to be quite a proper wedding after all. Here is the place. It will be over soon and you on the home way. Lord, Ruth----!” The Girl smiled at him as he opened the carriage door, helped her up the steps and rang the bell. “Be brave now!” he whispered. “Don't lose your lovely colour. These people will be as kind as they were at the store.” The minister was gentle and wasted no time. His wife and daughter, who appeared for witnesses, kissed Ruth, and congratulated her. She and the Harvester stood, took the vows, exchanged rings, and returned to the carriage, a man and his wife by the laws of man. “Drive to Seaton's cafe',” the Harvester said. “Oh David, let us go home!” “This is so good I hate to stop it for something you may not like so well. I ordered lunch and if we don't eat it I will have to pay for it anyway. You wouldn't want me to be extravagant, would you?” “No,” said the Girl, “and besides, since you mention it, I believe I am hungry.” “Good!” cried the Harvester. “I hoped so! Ruth, you wouldn't allow me to hold your hand just until we reach the cafe'? It might save me from bursting with joy.” “Yes,” she said. “But I must take off my lovely gloves first. I want to keep them forever.” “I'd hate the glove being removed dreadfully,” said the Harvester, his eyes dancing and snapping. “I'm sorry I am so thin and shaky,” said the Girl. “I will be steady and plump soon, won't I?” “On your life you will,” said the Harvester, taking the hand gently.