In the course of ten minutes the three conspirators were together again in the stable-yard behind the store, the doctor"s horse and buggy ready before them.

"Father"s in the store--I heard his voice," panted Tillie, as Fairchilds took her satchel from her and stowed it in the back of the buggy.

"Hurry on, then," whispered the doctor, hoa.r.s.ely, pushing them both, with scant ceremony, into the carriage. "GOOD-by to yous--and good luck! Och, that"s all right; no thanks necessary! I"m tickled to the end of my hair at gettin" ahead of Jake Getz! Say, Fairchilds," he said, with a wink, "this here mare"s wonderful safe--you don"t HAVE to hold the reins with both hands! See?"

And he shook in silent laughter at his own delicate and delicious humor, as he watched them start out of the yard and down the road toward Millersville.

For a s.p.a.ce there was no sound but the rhythmic beat of hoofs and the rattle of the buggy wheels; but in the heart of the Mennonite maid, who had fought her last battle for freedom and won, there was ineffable peace and content; and her happiness smiled from quivering lips and shone in her steadfast eyes.

Mr. Abe Wackernagel, of the New Canaan hotel, was very fond, in the years that followed, of bragging to his transient guests of his niece who was the wife of "such a Millersville Normal perfessor--Perfessor Fairchilds." And Mr. Jake Getz was scarcely less given to referring to his daughter "where is married to such a perfessor at the Normal."

"But what do I get out of it?" he was wont ruefully to add. "Where do I come in, yet?--I where raised her since she was born, a"ready?"