In Wakefield this morning, Aunt Mary was cutting across the court house square on her way to the bank. It was a pleasant day and she was thinking that it wouldn't be long before it would be warm enough to sit on the front porch of the farm house on the evenings after supper. It brought a happy little smile to her mouth, and she was so absorbed that she didn't notice the tall, red haired man sitting on one of the green benches along the path...