"Anything else trouble me, if I really have you, and
a chance to do a little something for you?"
It was their apotheosis. They had never known a moment equal to it before;
could never know just another such again. In a very deep way it was the
first kiss of love for them both.
Bessie came back to herself with that sense of arriving, of having been
infinitely away, with which one drops from abstraction.
Where had they been in that state of absent mind?
It was as if they had met out of time, space, matter.... And as she thought
of his words, in the light of his eyes, pity too was qualified, and that
without endangering helpfulness. He, too, had his balance of good. Yes,
things squared in the end.
Her creed was quick. The scattered dandelion seed sprouted all around her.
Pap Overholt
BY ALICE MACGOWAN
Up and down the long corn rows Pap Overholt guided the old mule and the
small, rickety, inefficient plough, whose low handles bowed his tall, broad
shoulders beneath the mild heat of a mountain June sun. As he went--ever
with a furtive eye upon the cabin--he muttered to himself, shaking his
head:
"Say I sha'n' do hit.
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