Territory to find suitable holdinge for some of our church people. We are to move as soon as they return for us. It is said that sometime before many years it may be a state, too, even as Illinois." "Yes, I suppose so." He felt definitely disappointed, vaguely sad that this lovely girl of whom he had thought all week was betrathed. A daar that had sa recently opened a bit seemed suddenly shut in his face. "You have come a long way. Perhaps you would like to sit down awhile..." she smiled, " beside your kettle. "And almost for the first time Matthias gave heed to the fact that the kettle which he had fashioned with such meticulous care hung an three hickory stakes in the clearing with a mound of ashes underneath. "Already you have wed it?" "Yes... we made the soap, using all of our grease from the butchering so we will have a plentiful supply for the long journey and a whole year after But the words recalled this disquieting thing he had heard of her betrothal and going away, and he frowned as he seated himself beside her on a log near the kettle. “But this man... you do not love him?" It was as much a statement as a question. She was a mere child and Matthias felt very old. Amalia pandered. "I respect him... and my father says that is the same thing. ** I don't agree with him," Matthias cantended boldly, and in the impulsiveness of youth stead up. "Where is your father? I would like to see him. “But Amalia, alarmed, was saying: "Da not go to the house to see him. I beg of you. I am sorry not to be more hospitable. You san how damineering he was." Herrscht was the ward she used "He should not know you are here. He would only anger and hurt you Always after Sunday dinner he sleeps. Indeed..." and the gay little smile which had sa captivated Matthias was there again for a flashing moment, "he begins it in the church service. "Matthias laughed at that and sat down again beside her. "What causes you to think of going to that troubled territory?" "It is no longer troubled. The Paninces have long been quieted, and my father thinks all is well now to settle there. We are of the Lutheran faith and here our farms are scattered. My father says that by moving there and keeping together we can retain our customs and our language and our church relations." "But why....?" Matthias wanted to know "What advantage is there in the people of one church being so close? I can see how the Pilgrims of England - - persecuted as they were--But you're not." "My father says nane but the followers of Luther are right, and it is not well to mingle sa much with others. Already two of the young people have married out of the church." If Matthias held his oxin opinion on the iniquitous depths of that sin, he did nat sayso. Indeed, when she was speaking sa earnestly he found himself far more interested in watching her lang lashes sweep a soft check. "Our farm is already sold to the English Dunbar family. All things are as near ready to go as is possible ... the wagens are kept always in repair -- and the harnesses. Already many barrels are packed. When the men arrive, all the families need is a short time for the last of the baking and the loading of the wagens, and the colony can start. My father says it is like the German army, each knowing his part and obeying orders instantly." For some time sitting there on the sunken log in the clearing the girl told of the plans for the coming journey. Matthias, listening and commenting was disturbed at his own disturbance over the moving. Once he ventured again: "This man... if you do not love him...?" She glanced away. "I am premised," she said simply. Very sean, in spite of nature's heralding of the spring it grew too cool, and when the sun dipped behind the top of the timber, the chilliness of the air made the girl suddenly shiver. "You must ge in, " Matthias was all solicitude, but found himself hinting broadly: "You do nat wish me to go?" "Nein. It would be too hard to explain to my father. He could not understand that you were--" she put out her hand, "a new friend." At that. Matthias forget the coming journey and the faith of Martin Luther, the domineering father and the affianced who was far off beyond the Big Muddy: "Meet me here again next Sunday afternoan, Amalia. You'll come? It couldn't be otherwise." When she hesitated, he said, to test her: "On I shall come boldly to the house to call on my new friend." "I'll come," she turned away, anxious and hurried now that she had been here such a long time. "But it will be wrong," she called over her shoulder. "And beautiful." Matthias grinned back at her impudently so that she, too, was smiling a bit mischievously when she went away. All weekAmalia went about her housework. She cooked and cleaned and serubbed in her energetic and immaculate way. Everything was as it had been, --save one. And all week Matthias sold his uncle's iran wares, kept the books, and occasionally shad a horse at the blacksmith end of the shop. And everything was as it had been, -- save one. Sunday was milder. The Big Woods gave forth the pungent odor of bursting buds and Warming leaf-mold. At the creek-bed fuzzy pussies scratched insistently inside the branches of the willeno: Wild gray gecse flew henking across the timber- land and disappeared in the distant north. Swallows darted high in their nuptial flight and a meadow-lark sat on a stake-and-rider fence and sang the prairie's love song to the spring. Amalia had been in the clearing only a short time when Matthias came riding through the damp