She was his sick girl again in costume, but radiant health glowed on her lovely face.

The Harvester touched a match to a few candles and turned out the acetylene lights.

Then he stood before her.
"Now, bluebird," he said gently.

"Ruth, you always know where to find me, if you will look at your feet.

I thought I loved you all in my power when you went, but absence has taught its lessons.