ike a white birch saplingand
I'm a greatclumsy fir tree; but if you'll only trust yourself to meRoseI'll
take you safely down river.
Stephen's big hand closed on Rose's little one she returned its pressure
softly and gave him the kiss that with heras with himmeant a promise
for all the years to come. The truth and passion in the man had broken
the girl's bonds for the moment. Her vision was clearerandrealizing
the treasures of love and fidelity that were being offered hershe accepted
themhalf unconscious that she was not returning them in kind. How is
the belle of two villages to learn that she should "thank Heavenfasting
for a good man's love"? And Stephen? He went home in the dusknot
knowing whether his feet were touching the solid earth or whether he was
treading upon rainbows.
Rose's pink calico seemed to brush him as he walked in the path that
was wide enough only for one. His solitude was peopled again when he
fed the cattlefor Rose's face smiled at him from the haymow; and when
he strained the milkRose held the pans.
His nightly tasks overhe went out and took his favorite seat under the
apple tree. All was stillsave for the crickets' ceaseless chirpthe soft
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