The Happy End

k wall against the evening sky; on either hand the small green valley was lost in a blue haze of serried peaks. The house was not imposing; in reality small, but a story and a half, it

d incredible that it was finished, ready-when the furniture and bright rag carpet had been placed-for Hannah. "The truck patc

grass, watered with streams like twisting shining ri

main occupation-for the present anyhow. Calvin Stammark had larger plans for his future with

He ought to go back to Greenstream and fix up before seeing her; but with their home all built, his impatien

were no clearings in the rocky underbrush until he reached Richmond Braley's land. A long upturning sweep ended at the house, directly against the base of

her father, was drawing off sodden leather boots. He was a man tall and bowe

as sitting on the stone steps at the side entrance to the parlor. As usual she had a bright bow in the hair streaming over her back, and her feet were graceful in slippers with thin black stockings. She kissed him willingly and studied him with wide-opened hazel-brown eyes

," he told

at him with a dim sweetn

k. Why, the house-our home. We could move in by a wee

from him, her face

overly anxious,"

ught of it like this before-right on a person."

there's a parcel of poles cut for the beans. It won't be much the first year; but wait and we'll s

e ever be rich l

man couldn't be shiftless with you to do for, Ha

ng while though,

licks," he admitted. "But we are y

hey get old faster; and then things-silk dresses don't do

bout the place, there's no money in sheep; and as for Hosmer-you know well as me that he

little like him the

n need be. "I just couldn't wait to see you," he dec