"Brace up the best you can, Ruth," he said. "You must go with me for a license; that is the law. Afterward, I'll make it just as easy for you as possible. Iwill do everything, and in a few hours you will be comfortable in your room. You brave girl! This must come out right! You have suffered more than your share. I will have peace for you the remainder of the way."
She lifted shaking hands and tried to arrange her hair and dress. As they neared the city she spoke.
"What will they ask me?"
"I don't know. But I am sure the law requires you to appear in person now. I can take you somewhere and find out first."
"That will take time. I want to reach my room.
What would you think?"
"If you are of age, where you were born, if you are a native of this country, what your father and mother died of, how old they were, and such questions as that.
I'll help you all I can. You know those things. don't you?"
"Yes. But I must tell you----"
"I don't want to be told anything," said the Harvester.
"Save your strength. All I want to know is any way in which I can make this easier for you. Nothing else matters. I will tell you what I think; if you have any objections, make them. I will drive to the bank and get a draft for what you owe, and have that off your mind.
Then we will get the license. After that I'll take you to the side door, slip you in the elevator and to the fitting room of a store where I know the manager, and you shall have some pretty clothing while I arrange for a minister, and I'll come for you with a carriage. That isn't the kind of wedding you or any other girl should have, but there are times when a man only can do his best. You will help me as much as you can, won't you?"
"Anything you choose. It doesn't matter----only be quick as possible."
"There are a few details to which I must attend," said the Harvester, "and the time will go faster trying on dresses than waiting alone. When you are properly clothed you will feel better. What did you say the amount you owe is?"
"You may get a draft for fifty dollars. I will pay the remainder when I earn it."
"Ruth, won't you give me the pleasure of taking you home free from the worry of that debt?"
"I am not going to `worry.' I am going to work and pay it."
"Very well," said the Harvester. "This is the bank.
We will stop here."
They went in and he handed her a slip of paper.
"Write the name and address on that?" he said.
As the slip was returned to him, without a glance he folded it and slid it under a wicket. "Write a draft for fifty dollars payable to that party, and send to that address, from Miss Ruth Jameson," he said.
Then he turned to her.
"That is over. See how easy it is! Now we will go to the court house. It is very close. Try not to think.
Just move and speak."
"Hello, Langston!" said the clerk. "What can we do for you here?"
"Show this girl every consideration," whispered the Harvester, as he advanced. "I want a marriage license in your best time. I will answer first."
With the document in his possession, they went to the store he designated, where he found the Girl a chair in the fitting room, while he went to see the manager.
"I want one of your most sensible and accommodating clerks," said the Harvester, "and I would like a few words with her."
When she was presented he scrutinized her carefully and decided she would do.
"I have many thanks and something more substantial for a woman who will help me to carry through a slightly unusual project with sympathy and ability," he said, "and the manager has selected you. Are you willing?"
"If I can," said the clerk.
"She has put up your other orders," interposed the manager; "were they satisfactory?"
"I don't know," said the Harvester. "They have not yet reached the one for whom they were intended. What I want you to do," he said to the clerk, "is to go to the fitting room and dress the girl you find there for her wedding. She had other plans, but death disarranged them, and she has only an hour in which to meet the event most girls love to linger over for months. She has been ill, and is worn with watching; but some time she may look back to her wedding day with joy, and if only you would help me to make the best of it for her, I would be, as I said, under more obligations than I can express."
" I will do anything," said the clerk.
"Very well," said the Harvester. "She has come from the country entirely unprepared. She is delicate and refined. Save her all the embarrassment you can. Dress her beautifully in white. Keep a memorandum slip of what you spend for my account."
"What is the limit?" asked the clerk.
"There is none," said the Harvester. "Put the prettiest things on her you have in the right sizes, and if you are a woman with a heart, be gentle!"
"Is she ready?" inquired the manager at the door an hour later.
"I am," said the Girl stepping through.
The astounded Harvester stood and stared, utterly oblivious of the curious people.
"Here, here, here!" suddenly he whistled it, in the red bird's most entreating tones.
The Girl laughed and the colour in her face deepened.
"Let us go," she said.
"But what about you?" asked the manager of the Harvester.
"Thunder!" cried the man aghast. "I was so busy getting everything else ready, I forgot all about myself.
I can't stand before a minister beside her, can I?"
"Well I should say not," said the manager.
"Indeed yes," said the Girl. "I never saw you in any other clothing. You would be a stranger of whom I'd be afraid."
"That settles it!" said the Harvester calmly. "Thank all of you more than words can express. I will come in the first of the week and tell you how we get along."
Then they went to the carriage and started for the residence of a minister.
"Ruth, you are my Dream Girl to the tips of your eyelashes," said the Harvester. "I almost wish you were not. It wouldn't keep me thinking so much of the remainder of that dream. You are the loveliest sight I ever saw."
"Do I really appear well?" asked the Girl, hungry for appreciation.
"Indeed you do!" said the Harvester. "I never could have guessed that such a miracle could be wrought. And you don't seem so tired. Were they good to you?"
