"The preacher
wasn't at home," he said, as he came near to her, "but I left word for
him and he will be here soon. Do the folks know anything about it yet?"
"I told your uncle, but he seemed already to know." She gave a tender
account of the scene in the yard, of Tom and Lou, and he said that like
his uncle he had already known. "Fate got out of the wagon when you
drove up to the gate, ma'm--honey," he said; "and I am thankful to the
Lord that in no wise was it cruel onesidedness. I couldn't tell that Tom
loved Lou, but I knew she loved him."
"There is no need now of walking so fast," she playfully remarked, and
he checked his haste. "No, for I am not walking toward you, but with
you. I left time back yonder where I met you and after this there can't
be any time, just a rising and a setting of the sun with time in a sweet
dream between."
"Jim, I ought to tell you something about my married life; and when I
have told you the truth, you may not hold me so blameless."
"Mary, I don't date you back beyond the time when you drove up to the
gate.
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