THE EFFICIENT HOSTLER When John Scott returned to the stables his pulses were still throbbing with joy and he trod the grass of the Elysian Fields.

Young love is pure and noble, a spontaneous emotion that has nothing in it of calculation, and the wild and strange setting of his romance merely served to deepen his feelings.
He was the young crusader again, a knight coming to rescue his lady from the hands of the infidels.

He had made the impossible possible.

He had seen her and spoken with her, and despite his peasant clothes and his position of a menial that he had willingly taken, she had known him at once.

He had seen the deep color flushing into her face and the light like the first arrow of dawn spring into her eyes, and he knew that he had not come in vain.
He put so much vigor into his work, and he whistled and sang, low but so joyously that the stolid Walther took notice.
"Why are you so happy, you Castel ?" he asked.
"I've seen the sun, Herr Walther." "There is nothing uncommon about that.