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The Harvester by Gene Stratton-Porter
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fitness of things----but I'm afraid of the trailers. They
turn over and half curl and I believe I had better not
tackle them for a start. I'll use the easiest to begin on,
and if I succeed I'll duplicate the pattern and try a luna
then. The beauties!''

The Harvester selected a knife from the box and began
carving the stick slowly and carefully. His brain was
busy, for presently he glanced at the floor.

``She'd object to that!'' he said emphatically. ``A
man could no more sit and work where he pleased than
he could fly. At least I know mother never would have
it, and she was no nagger, either. What a mother she
was! If one only could stop the lonely feeling that will
creep in, and the aching hunger born with the body, for
a mate; if a fellow only could stop it with a woman like
mother! How she revelled in sunshine and beauty!
How she loved earth and air! How she went straight to
the marrow of the finest line in the best book I could
bring from the library! How clean and true she was and
how unyielding! I can hear her now, holding me with
her last breath to my promise. If I could marry a girl
like mother----great Caesar! You'd see me buying an
automobile to make the run to the county clerk. Wouldn't
that be great! Think of coming in from a long, difficult
day, to find a hot supper, and a girl such as she must have
been, waiting for me! Bel, if I thought there was a woman
similar to her in all the world, and I had even the ghost of
a chance to win her, I'd call you in and forgive you. But
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