The Harvester started through the woods on a rush, and as the exercise
warmed his heart, he grew wonderfully glad. At last he had found her.
Uncertainty was over. If ever a girl needed a home and care he thought
she did. He was so jubilant that he felt like crying aloud, shouting for
joy, but by and by the years of sober repression made their weight felt,
so he climbed into the wagon and politely requested Betsy to make her
best time to Onabasha. Betsy had been asked to make haste so frequently
of late that she at first almost doubted the sanity of her master, the
law of whose life, until recently, had been to take his time. Now he
appeared to be in haste every day. She had become so accustomed to
being urged to hurry that she almost had developed a gait; so at the
Harvester's suggestion she did her level best to Onabasha and the
hospital, where she loved to nose Belshazzar and rest near the watering
tap under a big tree.
The Harvester went down the hall and into the office on the run, and his
face appeared like a materialized embodiment of living joy. Doctor Carey
turned at his approach and then bounded half way across the room, his
hands outstretched.
“You've found her, David!”
The Harvester grabbed the hand of his friend and stood pumping it up and
down while he gulped at the lump in his throat, and big tears squeezed
from his eyes, but he could only nod his proud head.
“Found her!” exulted Doctor Carey. “Really found her! Well that's great!
Sit down and tell me, boy! Is she sick, as we feared? Did you only see
her or did you get to talk with her?”
“Well sir,” said the Harvester, choking back his emotions, “you remember
that ginseng I told you about getting on the old Jameson place last
night. To-day, I learned I'd lost that hand-made mattock I use most, and
I went back for it, and there she was.”
“In the country?”
“Yes sir!”
“Well why didn't we think of it before?”
“I suppose first we would have had to satisfy ourselves that she wasn't
in town, anyway.”
“Sure! That would be the logical way to go at it! And so you found her?”
“Yes sir, I found her! Just Belshazzar and I! I was going along on my
way to the place, and he ran past me and made a stiff point, and when I
came up, there she was!”
“There she was?”
“Yes sir; there she was!”
They shook hands again.
“Then of course you spoke to her.”
“Yes I spoke to her.”
“Were you pleased?”
“With her speech and manner?----yes. But, Doc, if ever a woman needed
everything on earth!”
“Well did you get any kind of a start made?”
“I couldn't do so very much. I had to go a little slow for fear of
frightening her, but I tried to get her to come here and she won't until
a debt she owes is paid, and she's in no condition to work.”
“Got any idea how much it is?”
“No, but it can't be any large sum. I tried to offer to pay it, but she
had no hesitation in telling me she preferred owing a man she knew to a
stranger.”
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