God bless ye!" A few moments later, as he stood in his doorway and looked along the road, he saw two figures, the girl's head hardly higher than the man's shoulder.

They walked as if they had much to get and were ready for it.
"Well, I dunno," he said to himself.

"I dunno about you, Dyck Calhoun.
You're wild, and ye have too manny mad friends, but you'll come all right in the end; and that pretty girl--God save her!--she'll come with a smile into your arms by and by, dear lad.

But ye have far to go and much to do before that." His head fell, his eyes stared out into the shining distance.
"I see for ye manny and manny a stroke of bad luck, and manny a wrong thing said of ye, and she not believing wan of them.

But oh, my God, but oh!"-- his clenched hands went to his eyes.