"My fear for you made me bold. I didn't want them to know you were away delivering your tobacco, for fear they would follow you, and so I tried to make them think I was you," she answered falteringly, and then, her courage ebbing low, woman-like she began to cry. Whether the sight of her tears, or the pluckiness of her attempt at passing off for her husband appealed the stronger to the leader of the Night Riders I cannot say, but the captain of the band turned suddenly to Milton Derr and said: "I think we have shown you in strong enough terms that we do not approve of the stand you have taken on this tobacco question, and have made it perfectly clear that there must be no more tobacco crop grown by you this coming season. "The crisis in the tobacco situation is near at hand. If all the growers will agree to control the production and pool their crops they can soon control the prices as well. It is such dumpers and renegades as you that have delayed the victory this long, but despite your stubbornness and the many difficulties you have helped to throw in the way, the victory will surely come, and the long down-trodden grower will conquer. "For the sake of your wife here, we are going to omit a part of the punishment you deserve, but I cannot promise as much if we have to pay you a future visit. To your horses boys!" The men afoot quickly vaulted into their saddles, the little cavalcade wheeled about and like shadows, horses and riders soon faded into the night, red-tinged with the glow of the burning building. [Illustration: "REVENGE IS SWEET!" SAID DERR. "NO, NO, MILT! YOU ARE UNHARMED, THAT IS ALL I ASK."] As the ring of hoofbeats grew fainter and fainter along the highway, Milton and Sally, hand in hand, stood watching the fire gradually die down, and the swarms of sparks grow less and less as they floated off into the darkness, then the two slowly went to the house. "The villains! I'd like to hang the last one of them!" cried Milt in a sudden outburst of wrath as the full extent of his losses dawned upon him. "Hush! Milt, I am more than satisfied that things are no worse," answered his wife gratefully. "But my barn is burned and my plant bed destroyed!" exclaimed Milt. "You are unharmed, and that is all I ask." "I'd like to get even with them for this night's work, and I will," he announced vindictively. "No! no! Milt, you must do nothing of the kind," declared Sally. "Let the matter rest just where it is. Remember, you are looking from just the opposite standpoint from which you looked a few years back. It is now _your_ property that is being destroyed, and not other people's. This makes all the difference in the world. You must not be too severe on these Night Riders, for my sake, if for nothing else. You see," she added coyly, "I married one of them myself." THE END. THE STANDARD DOMESTIC SCIENCE COOK BOOK By WILLIAM H. LEE and JENNIE A. HANSEY [Illustration: The book.] 32 DEPARTMENTS ABOUT 1,400 RECIPES