"And the fate of the poor women; oh, the fate of the women!" "Yes, it's a matter of statistics," went on Radbourn, pitilessly, "that the wives of the American farmers fill our insane asylums.

See what a life they lead, most of them; no music, no books.

Seventeen hours a day in a couple of small rooms--dens.

Now, there is Sim Burns! What a travesty of a home! Yet there are a dozen just as bad in sight.

He works like a fiend--so does his wife--and what is their reward?
Simply a hole to hibernate in and to sleep and eat in in summer.