This spring, for some unforeseen reason, he changed his mind, and compelled the man, according to his vow in the beginning, to go courting.

The man was so very angry at the idea of having a woman in his home, interfering with his work, disturbing his arrangements, and perhaps wanting to spend more money than he could afford, that he struck the dog for making that decision; struck him for the very first time in his life----I believe you'd like those apricots.

Please try one." "Go on with the story," said the Girl, sipping delicately but constantly at the frosty glass.
The Harvester arose and refilled it.

Then he dropped pieces of ice over the fruit.
"Where was I ?" he inquired casually.
"Where you struck Belshazzar, and it's no wonder," answered the Girl.
Without taking time to ponder that, the Harvester continued: "But that night the man had a wonderful, golden dream.

A beautiful girl came to him, and she was so gracious and lovely that he was sufficiently punished for striking his dog, because he fell unalterably in love with her." "Meaning you ?" interrupted the Girl.
"Yes," said the Harvester, "meaning me.