In Happy Valley

on Viper.”
“I'm a-goin' to give it back to 'em. Churches, schools, libraries, hospitals, good roads.”
Night and day, and through wind and storm, she had travelled the hills, healing the sick.
“O Lawd... hyeh's another who meddles with thy servant and profanes thy day.”

The Courtship of Allaphair
Preaching at the open-air meeting-house was just over and the citizens of Happy Valley were pouring out of the benched enclosure within living walls of rhododendron. Men, women, children, babes in arms mounted horse or mule or strolled in family groups homeward up or down the dusty road. Youths and maids paired off, dallying behind. Emerged last one rich, dark, buxom girl alone. Twenty yards down the road two young mountaineers were squatted in the shade whittling, and to one she nodded. The other was a stranger—one Jay Dawn—and the stare he gave her was not only bold but impudent.
“Who's goin' home with that gal?” she heard him ask.
“Nobody,” was the answer; “that gal al'ays goes home alone.” She heard his snort