One bright March day he moved
into the pleasant kitchen and the little
bedroom adjoining.
"But it is my own kitchen," thought
Garry exultingly. it was the first real
home the young man had ever known.
He bought a fine young team, a
cow, and some chickens. He set thewith
place in order and planted the garden
at odd moments between the regular
work of the farm.
And though he was so busy and so
happy In his new possession, a strange
fancy seemed to dominate him. He
wandered daily through the empty
rooms, fighting this new desire as he
had fought the one about buying a
home.
"Though I don't know," he admit
ted with a queer smile, "that a man is
Justified to go on making a fool of
himself!"
One breathless afternoon late in
June, the young man stood helpless
and embarrassed in the curtain depart
ment of a big city store. A girl in a
simple white dress came toward him.
"You wish something?" she asked
kindly.
He noticed she looked pale and
tired. The kindness In her voice ban
ished his uneasiness.
"I want curtainsbut I haven't any
Idea what kind," he smiled.
"Your wife sent you? She did not
specify anythingcolormaterial?"
"That is just the point." said Fol
ger, still smiling. 'I haven't any wife.
But I want to get the kind of cur
tains that she wiU like whenwhen
she comes to use them."
"Oh, I see. You are getting the
house ready. And she Is so far away
you cannot ask her?"
"That is it," he said admiringly.
