put his shameful memories to flight as she pointed to an opening
between the trees of the wood on the right, "you can see your
partner's house from here. He has had it repainted. It is a beautiful
old place, isn't it?"

He nodded as he surveyed the stately mansion in the distance, the
white porch columns of which shone like snow in the slanting rays of
the sun. "It is Saunders's pride," he said. "Atlanta is becoming more
and more distasteful to him. He is never really happy anywhere but up
here. He yawns his head off at every party, dance, or dinner down
there. They all laugh at him and call him 'Farmer.'"

"Well, he is that," Dolly declared. "He works in the fields like a
day-laborer when he is up here on a holiday."

They walked on a few paces in silence; then Dolly said: "Mr. Saunders
has been very kind to our club; he gave us a lot of good books; he
comes to our debates sometimes and seems very much interested. We all
like him. The boys declare they could elect him to the legislature
from this county if only he would let them, but he doesn't care a fig
for it."

"He is something of a dreamer, I think," Mostyn remarked, "and still
he's practical. He has a long head on him--never gets excited and
seldom makes a wrong move in a deal."

They were now nearing the cabin occupied by Tobe Barnett. It was a
most dilapidated shack. It was made of pine logs, the bark of which
had become worm-eaten and was falling away. The spaces between the
logs were filled with dried clay. It had a mud-and-stick chimney, from