When the little romance between the honest farmer and the sweet refined little school miss sprang up, people shook their heads doubtfully and wonderingly. The village folks had seen many unhappy marriages grow out of a little moonlight and sentiment. They realized that the farmer and the teacher were mismated and they foresaw the ultimate heartache and unrest. But the farmer and the school miss, they looked at their romance with rose colored glasses, and saw sunbeams and song and the old "happy ever after" fairy tale sequel. Well, they married. The farmer was sincere and devoted, but he was blunt and even coarse and uncultured. And after the romance bad graduated down to the dreary monotony of uninteresting intimacy, she became slightly tired, tired of the housework, tired of the sameness, tired of her husband's unpolished demeanor. One day a stranger passed the house. He was a gentleman, well-mannered, clean-cut, well-dressed. They chatted, the whisper of the serpent. And they saw each other again and again, and once they decided to run off. The farmer read the little note. "I'm tired of being a farmer's wife, and have gone away," looked into the shadows and the silence and prayed only that she be forgiven. The train on which they were eloping met with an accident, and the school miss was badly hurt. Once the gentleman looked at her glanced covertly about, and unperceived quietly slipped out of the station and away. He could not afford to have his name linked with a woman in a train accident. She got well again, and wended her way back to the little farm. She walked into the orchard again, and saw her husband sitting in a pensive dream. What his eyes saw, none can say, but suddenly they looked up and upon the form of her for whom he was longing. In a moment she was held in strong arms, and her repentant kiss eradicated all the memory of her weakness.
—Moving Picture World synopsis