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were sweethearts, but the widow's
will was as inflexible as his.
They were not enemies; when they
met they would bow and sometimes
speak, but their spoken words acted
as a barrier between them. Thus
matters ran along for a year after
March came, snowy and blustering.
The winds were incessant. Yoakum
was harnessing his horse for the first
plowing'one day when he felt a vio
lent blow on the back of the head.
He turned to defend himself, but
everything swam before bis eyes,
and, with the sense of being carried
away on a swift river, he lapsed into
He opened his eyes ages later, as
it seemed, and the first thing they lit
upon was the Widow Wilson.
He was lying in bed in a darkened
room, and she sat by his side. Her
eyes were red from crying. Yoakum
endeavored to sit up.
"Hush!" she said, gently pressing
him backward. "You have been very
ill. You must lie still."
The widow, in his house! Yoakum
had often pictured the possibility of
such an occurrence, but now, to his
surprise, his sensation was one of
shame. He looked at her as well as
he could in the obscurity of the room.
Except that she was more matronly
and that threads of gray showed at
her temples, she might have been the
same Adeline Farley, and he might
ive parted from her a few minutes
"Adeline," he said timidly, "it all
seems like a dream to me."
Adeline was silent, but he could see
that she, too, was moved.
"It seems as though we hadn't
been parted these five and twenty
years, A&eline," he resumed. "Do
you remember when we went down
to the stream that night I asked you,
and found a bunch of wild myrtle
growing, and how I put it in your
"And then you told me you loved
me," said Adeline.
"And T'-" loved you ever since, Ad
die," he continued, taking her hand.
Adeline Wilson made no resistance,
but her eyes weer still downcast. f
"Why did you marry Wilson,"
dear?" asked the man. r
For the first time she raised her J
eyes. "I guess because I was a fool, J
Will," she answered.
"And you couldn't manage to care ,
for me just the least bit, could you, r
Addie?" he asked. 1
The widow was tracing out the
pattern upon the counterpane. "Why'
wouldn't you come to see me?" she
"I guess for the same reason that
you married Wilson," he answered.
"I'm stubborn, as you 'are. But I'm
sorry. And when I think that it was
you who gave in and came to me, it
just makes me feel cheap. Did they
get the robbers?"
"Robbers? What robbers?" asked
Adeline, looking at him curiously.
"The men who struck me down.
Slick fellows they must have been,
too. There was I, sitting beside my
plow in broad daylight when they got
me and I never so much as saw or
"Where do you think you are,
Will?" inquired the Widow Wilson.
"Why, at home, of course," he an
swered. "Where else should I be?
But I see you've changed the furni
ture round, haven't you?"
The widow Wilson was laughing
and crying hysterically. Yoakum
looked at her in wonder.
"Don't you know that when our
fathers built their homes they made
them both the same and got the
same kind of furniture?" she asked
when she had recovered her self-possession.
"You mean that I'm ' In your
house, Addie?" he cried. "Who
brought me here?"
You brought yourself, my dear,
yesterday morning. There weren't
afly robbers, Will, it was a cyclone.
Picked you up from your plow and
carried you nicely through the air