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NEW life had opened up for Linda Joel. It was almost as if she had been born anew. From utter desolation, from an abyss of cold shadows and despair she had been lifted back into the sun again.

Less than a week after Jethro took over the cultivation of the farm he drove a cow into the Joel pasture, a big handsome brindled cow that had been raised on his own farm. Linda was in ecstasies. She could hardly believe that it really belonged to her. For Jethro had turned it over to her with the curt explanation that it was part payment of his rental.

As she worked in her kitchen, churning butter or baking cake, she would abruptly let everything go to walk out into the pasture to