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At the new farate on the Yamhill the wheat was in stack

and ready for the flail, his deer-skin sacks rion stood, now

unused, at the barnyard fence of rails

It was evening Wingate and his wife again sat on their little stoop,

gazing down the path that led to the valley road A nize

"Maybe froate "Jed'sto irl!

Well, I'll call it true, she's a wonderful walker All the Prices was"

"Or maybe it's for Molly," she added "Ef she's ever heard a word from

either Sam Woodhull or--"

"Hush! I do not want to hear that nah he has made for us!"

His wife er, who

was now riding up the long approach, little noted by Wingate as he sat,

moody and distrait

"Jess," said she, "let's be fair and shame the devil Maybe we don't

know all the truth about Will Banion You go in the house I'll tend to

this man, whoever he may be"

But she did not With one ure, she herself