And, like the knights who could find the Holy Grail only in losing themselves, Hartsook, in throwing his happiness out of the count, found the purest happiness, a sense of the victory of the soul over the tribulations of life.

The man who knows this victory scarcely needs the encouragement of the hope of future happiness.

There is a real heaven in bravely lifting the load of one's own sorrow and work.
And it was a good thing for Ralph that the danger hanging over Shocky made immediate action necessary.
FOOTNOTES: [Footnote 23: The total absence of the word _pail_ not only from the dialect, but even from cultivated speech in the Southern and Border States until very recently, is a fact I leave to be explained on further investigation.

The word is an old one and a good one, but I fancy that its use in England could not have been generally diffused in the seventeenth century.

So a Hoosier or a Kentuckian never _pared_ an apple, but _peeled_ it.