The Plano Star-Courier (Plano, Tex.), Vol. 28, No. 4, Ed. 1 Friday, June 30, 1916 Page: 3 of 8
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ER PRICHARD EATON
T grow tired of my work as a college
latructor and buy a New England farm
on sight. I Inspect my farm and go to
board at Bert Temple's. Bert helps me to
hire a carpenter and a farmer. Hard
Cider, the carpenter, estimates the repair!
and changes necessary on the house.
How would you like to start ■
In to work such a place as this
man had saddled himself with,
having no more knowledge of
farming than he had? Will he
know how and where to take
“Fine again!” cried I. “A long
room with two fireplaces, and a double-
faced bookcase coming out at right
angles between them, with two settles
below It, one for each fireplace! Bet-
ter than I’d dreamed!”
“Suit yerself,” said Hard.
My front doorway had once been a
thing of beauty, with two little pane!
windows at the sides, and above all,
on the outside, a heavy, hand-carved
broken pediment, like the top of a Gov-
ernor Winthrop highboy. Hard looked
at it with admiration gleaming in his
eyes. “I’d rather restore this than all
the rest o’ the Job,” he said, and his
ugly, rum-soaked little face positively
shone with enthusiasm.
“Go ahead,” said I; “only I want the
new steps of brick, widely spaced, with
a lot of cement showing between. I’m
going to terrace It here in front, too—
a grass terrace for ten feet out.”
“Thet’s right, thet's right!” he ex-
claimed. “Now I’ll go order the lum-
ber an’ bring yer the estimate ter-
“Seems to me the usual proceeding
would be the other way around!” I
“Well, yer want me ter do the job,
don’t yer? Or don’t yer?” he said
J4 “Of course, of course!” I amended
hastily. “Go ahead!”
Hard climbed into a broken-down
wagon, and disappeared. "Don't you
worry," said Bert. “I’ll see he treats
“It isn’t thnt,” I said sadly. “It’s
that I’ve just remembered I forgot to
include any painters’ bills In my own
Bert looked at me In a kind of
speechless pity for a moment. Then
he said slowly: “Wal, I’ll be swlzzled!
Wait till I tell maw! An’ her always
stiekin’ np fer a college education!”
“Just for that, I’ll show you!” cried
I. “I never trimmed an apple tree In
my fife, but I'm going to work on this
orchard, and I’m going to save It, all
myself. It will be better than yours
In three years.”
“Go to it." laughed Bert. “Come
back fer dinner, though. Neow I'll
drive over ter the depot an’ git yer
freight. Th*\v telephoned this moraln’
It had come.”
“Good!” I cried. “Yon might bring
me a bag of cement, too, and a gallon
of carbolic acid.”
“Ye ain't tired o’ life so soon, be
“No.” said I, “but I’m going to show
yon rubes how to treat an orchard.”
Bert went off laughing, and present-
ly I saw him driving toward iown with
uTr. wagon. I walked np to the
teau field to greet Mike. As I crest-
Bie ridge the field lay before me.
great lone pine standing sentinel
farther side, and half of It was
»• -<*- - urng green, and uaii iIuj, »hiu-
jf plows tongh, sor.” said Mike.
UMtlffc uwt >n a
“bat she’ll harrer down good.
pertaters come ylt?"
ha* gone for them," Bald I.
hold the plow once."
i’t ec azy as it looks,” said
coeye. i out <*y oooececvw. fvcoe O co.
“I’ll do it If I haven’t a rib left.”
said I grimly.
And I did It. My first full furrow
looked like the track of a snake under
the Influence of liquor, but I reversed
the plow and came back fairly
straight. I was beginning to get the
hang of it. My next furrow was re-
spectable, but not deep. On tills re-
turn trip the sweat was starting from
my forehead, and the smell of the
horses and of the warm, fresh-turned
earth .was strong In my nostrils. I
didn’t look at my pine. I was proud
| at what I had done, and my muscles
gloried In the toll. Again I swung the
plow around, and drove It across the
field, feeling the reluctant grass roots
fighting every muscle of my arms.
“There,” said I, triumphantly, “you
plow all the rest ns deep as that!”
“Begobs, ye’z all right!” cried Mike.
I went back again down the slope
with all the Joy of a small boy and
descended upon the orchard. I hud a
couple of bulletins on pruning In my
pocket, with pictures of old trees re-
morselessly headed down. I took a
fresh look at the pictures, reread some
of the text where I had marked It,
and taekled the first tree, carefully re-
peating to myself: “Remove only a
third the first year, remove only a
third the first year."
This, I decided, quite naturally did
not refer to dead wood. By the time
I had the dead wood cut out of that
first old tree, and all the water sprouts
removed (as I recalled my grandfather
used to call them), which didn’t seem
necessary for new bearing wood, the
poor thing began to look naked. On
one side an old water spout or sucker
had achieved the dignity of a limb
and shot far Into the air. I was up
In the tree carefully heading this hack
and out when Bert came driving by
with his wagon heaped to overflowing.
“III!” he called, “yer tryin’ to kill
them trees entire!”
I got down and came out to the road.
“You’re a fine man and true friend,
Mr. Temple,” said I, “blit I'm going
to 1h> the doctor for this orchard. A
chap's got to have some say for him-
self. you know.”
“Well, they ain’t much good, any-
how. them trees,” suid Bert cheer-
We now fell to unloading the wagon.
We opened up the woodsheds und
storehouse behind the kitchen, stowed
In the barrels of seed potatoes, the fer-
tilizers, the various other seeds, the
farm implements, sprayers, and so on.
The hotbed frames and sashes were
put away for future use, as it was too
late to need them now. The horse hoe
Bert had not been able to bring on
this trip. Next we got my books and
furniture Into the house or shed, and,
tired, hot and dirty, we drove on up
the road for dinner. As we pussed the
upper field, I saw thnt the plowing
wan nearly done. The brown furrows
had already lost their gloss, as my
hands had already lost their whiteness.
“Well, I’m a farmer now!” said I,
surveying my soil-caked boots and
“Yer on the- way. anyhow.” said
Bert. "But yer’ll have ter cultivate
thet field hard, seeln’a bow It oughter
hev been plowed last fall.”
That afternoon I went back to my
orchard, got out my shiny and sharp
new doublod-edgod pruning saw, and
sawed till both arms ached.
As } worked. I thought how this
orchard must be trimmed and cleaned
up first, but how the fine planting
weather was upon ns. too. and I ought
to bo getting my garden seeds in. if I
was to have any flowers. I thought,
also, of all my manuscripts to be rend.
A nervous fit seized me, and I worked
That night I managed to keep nwnko
till eleven, and got some work done.
I also rose at a compromise hour of
six In the morning, and worked another
hour, almost catchiug up with what
should have been my dally stlut. But
I realized that hereafter I could not
work on the fnrm all day. I must give
up m.v mornings to my manuscript
“Well,” thought I. “I’ll do it—ns
soon as the orchard is finished.”
As soon as the orchard was finished!
I stood amid the litter I had made on
the ground, and reflected. I had com-
pleted the preliminary trimming of
one row and part of a second. There
were still over two rows and a half to
do. And the worst trees were in those
rows, at that. After they were
trimmed, there was all the litter to
clear out, and the stubs to be painted,
and cement work to be done.
“Good gracious!” thought I, “If I do
all that, when will I plant, when will
I make my lawn?"
Have yon ever watched a small boy
plowing berries? He never picks a
bush clean, hot rushes after thla or
that big cluster of fruit which strikes
uk r/c, , u.vt.Mg — ■ «. .. mCTS v,
ground while you. perhaps, are strip-
ping a single clump of bushes. And
' fc • ______II—
fills quicker than hit. Alas! I fear
I was much like that small boy dur-
ing my flfst season on the farm, or
at any rate during the first month o** l
two. There was little “efficiency” In
my methods—but, oh, much delight!
As I had planned to put my garden
coldframes along the south wall of the
kitchen, I decided to make my tein-
| porary seedbeds there. Mike assented
! to the plan as a gocxl one, and 1 had
him dump me a load of manure, while
I brought earth from the nearest poiut
I in the garden, spaded up the soli,
mixed In the garden earth anil dress-
ing. and then worked and reworked
it with a rake, and finally vrlth my
Ah, the joy of working earth with
your naked hands, making it ready for
planting! The ladies l had seen in
their gardens always wore gloves.
Even m.v mother, 1 recalled. In her
little garden, had always worn gloves.
Surely, thought I, they miss something
—the cool, moist feel of the loam, the
very sensations of the seeds them-
selves. At four o’clock I had my bed
ready, and 1 got my seed packets,
sorted them in a tin tobacco box, and
began to sow the seeds. The direc-
tions which I read with scrupulous
care always said, "Press the earth
Marie Gets Autograph, but Not One She Expected
tlf ASHINGTON.—A smiling gentleman with eyeglasses walked down the
If curved path on the White House lawu and was stepping through the
gate, when one of two youngish women, Just about to enter, gushed up to him
with extended hand. The gentleman
lifted his hut and shook the hand.
"Pardon me, Mr. President, hut I
Just can’t help telling you how per-
fect-ly lovely we think you are. Marie,
this is Mr. Wilson. She lives In Wllkea-
Burre and bus never seen you—’’
Marie from Wilkes-Barre ventured
out a hund and the gentlemuu shook It.
"I knew you the minute I saw you,
Mr. President. Anybody would know
you by your smile. You recognize him
by his pictures, don’t you, Marie? And,
oh, Mr. President, will you mind giving Marie your autograph? It would
be per-fect-ly lovely to show it to them ut home. Give the president your
note book, Marie,”
Marie held out the note book. The gentleman took It and wrote:
“John T. Brown, Chicago.”
It’s all right to give his name, lie told It himself to a newspaper man.
And Pumped Water on My Hands and
down firmly with a board.” I was
working with a flat mason's trowel, so
I got up and found a board. It wasn’t
half so easy to work with, but I was
taking no chances!
Mike and Joe were unhitching the
horse from the harrow as I finished.
The great, brown slope of the vege-
table garden, lying away from the
house toward the ring of southern hills,
was ready for planting. There was
my farm, thence would come my prof-
its—If profits there should be. But
just at that moment the little strip of
soaked seedbed behind me was more
important. It stood for the color box
with which I was going to paint, for
the fragrant pigments out of which I
should create about my dwelling a
dream of gardens.
“After all," I thought, “a country |
place Is but half realized without Its
garden, even though It be primarily a
farm, and the richness of country liv-
ing is but half fulfilled unless we be-
come painters with shrub and tree and
flower. I cannot drnw, nor sing, nor
play. Perhaps I cannot even write.
But surely I can express myself here,
about me, In color and landscape
charm, and not be any the worse farm-
er for that. I have my work; I shall
write; I shnll be n farmer; I shall be
a gardener—an artist in flowers; I
shnll make my house lovely within; 1
shall live a rich, full life. Hurely I am
a happy, a fortunate man!”
I put the watering pot back in the
shed, crossed the road to the old
wooden pump by the barn on a sud-
den Impulse, and pumped water on
my hands and head, for I was hot.
Mike stood In the barn door and
“What are yez doin’ that for?” he
I stood up and shook the water from
m.v face and hair. "Just to he a kid, 1
guess.” I laughed.
There are some things Mike eouhln'1
understand. Perhaps I did not clearly
understand myself. In some dim way i
an old pump before n barn and the I
shock of water from Its spout on my
head was fraught with happy memo- I
ries and with dreams. The sight of the j
pump at thnt moment had waked the
echo of their mood.
But ns I plodded up the road In the i
May twilight to supper, one of those
memories came back with haunting
clearness—a summer day, a long
tramp, the tender wistfulness of young
love shy at its own too sudden pas-
sion, the plunge of cool water from a
pump, and then at twilight half spoken
words, and words unspoken, sweetei
The amethyst glow went off the hills |
thnt ring our valley, and a far blue
peck faded Into the gathering dusk. A
light shivered off my spirit, too. I felt
suddenly cold, and the cheery face of
Mrs. Temple was the face of a stran-
ger. I felt unutterably lonely and de-
pressed. My farm was dust and
ashes. That evening I savagely turned
down a manuscript by a rather well-
known author, and went to lied with-
out confessing what was the matter
with me. The matter v as, I had
pumped up a ghost.
Labor Department to Have Handsome New Building
n ONTRACTS have been awarded for the construction of u thoroughly
U modern office building tor the department of labor. The new home of the
department of lubor is to include muny features not often found In ever the
most modern office buildings. Commo-
dious rest rooms for man and woman
employees and a roof garden, are
among these features, which also In-
clude the probability of a cafe and
restaurant for the use of employees
of the depurtnu-pt.
The new building Is to occupy n
site HI! by 101 feet on the south side of
G street. Just west of the corner of
Seventeenth street, opposite the de-
partment’s present home In the Mills
building. Two dwellings, two old
buildings that have stood since before the Civil war one of which has been
occupied as a branch of the Associated Charities—and a marble yard and
ornamental cement works now occupy the site.
The building is to be nine stories in height, and the arrangement Is to
be such as to provide ample light and ventilation on nil sides. Especial
attention Is being given In the preparation of the plans to provisions for Hie
comfort and health of employees of the department, und It Is claimed that
the new building, when completed, is to be u model umong buildings levoted
to the use of government departments.
Materials to be used are buff brick and stone trim, the general style
of the new building to he somewhat similar to that of the building occupied
by the department of commerce at Nineteenth street und Pennsylvania
The department of labor has a lease on the building for a term of yeura
at nn annual rental of $24,000.
Try It and bo convinced. Good for
aches In hack anil limbs also—Assists
Naturo to get right and stay so. It'a
Liquid—easy to take.—Adv.
Blessings of poverty only look good
Bacon—I understand your new
neighbors are musical.
Egbert Are what?
“Who said thnt?”
"Oh, 1 heard It. Is It not so?”
“Well, 1 reckon lit* likes to fiddle
and the wife likes to yell, if that’s
what you mean."—Yonkers .Statesman.
Neither “Eels” or “Snakes;" Merely Stringbeans
lit HEN John S. Ward of Cherrydale, Va., sauntered into the District building
** the other day he mnnnged to create a sensation unequuled since that
memorable dny when Detective Patrick O'Brien shaved off ills mustache. The
doorkeeper looked at Ward suspi-
“I’m not sure you can brlug eels
into this place," he said.
Ward, lightly twirled the three-
foot, limp and lifeless things that
dangled from his right hand.
“They’re not eels,’’ he stated, con-
Then the elevator boy saw them.
“Snakes!" lie exclaimed, with sin-
cere emotion. “Oil, my Lawd!"
And the elevator bounded sky-
ward. with the elevator boy praying at every Jump that the passenger
wouldn’t ride to the top floor.
However, that is what Ward did. lie landed on the fifth floor and
carried his treasure Into one of the offices.
“Stringbeans,” announced Ward, calmly. "They’re three feet long, too.”
There was no question about It. The stringbeans were measured, and
one of them was 38 and a fraction of Inches In length. Ward claims that
one Htringbeun, upon which he lavished particular attention, readied the
length of 44 Inches, which he states Is « stunning record-breaker for fids
part of the country, .six of Ward’s stringbeans will provide n sufficient
supply for a small family—providing the family Isn't overfund of string-
The butt end of theso mammoth beans Is strongly reminiscent of the
head of a reptile.
"A new method has been discovered,
says an English paper, for preserving
various food products, especially milk
powder, the Idea being based upon
placing the substance In a sealed ves-
sel or packing ruse with Inert gas, so
that this latter prevests the usual
spoiling of contents by the action of
flu* air. In the French patented pro-
cess the milk powder Is packed In
luetal boxes of convenient Mize, which
ere entirely sealed except for a pin-
hole that is left at the top. A number
of such boxes are put In a chamber
and the air Is exhausted by means of
an air pump. When this operation Is
finished valves are opened which allow
nitrogen to enter the chamber and fill
Up the several boxes. When opening
np tin* ehuniher tin* boxes an* quickly
removed and the pinhole soldered be-
fore an appreciable amount of air has
tun® to enter. In tills way tin* eon-
tents of tin* boxes are kept In an at-
mosphere of Inert gas, ami the process
Is thus practical from an Industrial
“I told that Inveterate gossip, Mrs.
Gabby, that I saw young lllghtly tak-
ing lunch with a married woman In
the fashionable restaurant,"
“And was he?”
“Sure. It was Ids mother,"
A woman gets a lot of satisfaction
out of he belief that other women
Bill—I see students In Briris hnv®
formed un Anti-Onllur league, declar-
ing that collars are unhealthy and in-
artistic. The members pledge them-
selves not to wear any kind of neck-
Jill Hut It's easier to wear a collar
Ihun to have to wush your neck every
duy. Isn’t It?
Every man has a sense of duty, but
riot every man has sense enough to uti-
"I want cut rates on this Job."
“What Is It?”
‘Trimming my trees and hedges."
Usually the early bird catches lb®
worm for the benefit of the little one®
who are In bed.
The Bible Is a good book to read. If
you doubt It, brush the cobwebs off
your copy und look Into It.
Pluck Icses no time on account of
Silence has every other kind
bluff backed off the hoards.
At leaat be can plow—a llttl®.
And trim trees—a little. But ! *
wait until he breaks loose in an
entirely different direction and
then figure out just how long
hi# money la going to last.
(TO BE, CONTINUED^
Career of Historic Coast Guard Cutter Is Ended
1* HE remarkable and historic career of the coast guard cutter Thetis, cover-
1 lug a period of 35 years, is done. Having “outlived her usefulness,” In the
cold, matter-of-fact way In which she is thrown Into the discard as superannu-
ated by the officials of the const, guard,
who consider only efficiency, she wus j
Bold recently for $25,100.
In normal times the Thetis would
have*fetched, coast guard officials es- j
tlniafe, less than $4,000. The present i
scarcity of ships caused many firms j
to submit bids for the vessel. Even j
at the price $25,100, however, officials
believe she virtually will pay for her-
self on her first commercial trip b«*-
cause of the prevailing high rates of
ocean transportation. It was the The-
tis—a Dundee whaler—thnt found the explorer Lieut. A. W. Greely and his
six surviving companions of the Lady Franklin bay Arctic expedition, with
death only a matter of hours. In the frozen North end brought them back to
civilization. This wns the great and glorious accomplishment of this stanch
ship, whieh successfully buttled with Ice, leading the eompnnlou ship, the
Bear, In this quest, while a third ship, the Alert, found the way barred to her
This was the feat that brought sn undying and unquestioned glory to
her commander, then Commander Winfield Scott Sehley, afterward the hero
of Santiago, and the other naval officers and men who accompanied him In
this Greely relief expedition.
VAST CANADIAN MUNITION PLANT.
Q/'gffnro/l ntmr n TT-ahnrwwl n mllp Imifr /vivnrtncr drJ\ n oro®$
powder plant, costing upward of $1,500,000, was reeently completed In flv®
months at. Dnunmondville, Quebec, by an American firm of engineers and
Tw-rt « r»irl.m« Hnor r.l O n?« in tho Arltflnol f*nr. «■>• hoee ®4f««wa
been built, at nn additional cost of $500,000, As described in the current Issue
of the Engineering Record, the work ns a whole required extensive clearing
and grading, the construction of 75 concrete, brick, and timber buildings, and
a railroad yard, the Installation of heavy machinery, and the fitting of an
extraordinary quantity of pipe. It will be operated by th® Aetna Chemical
company of Canada for the manufacture of guncotton and smokeless powder.
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Behind the Man
often decides for his success or failure.
If one is to l>e efficient, the daily food must include
certain important mineral elements, best derived from
the field grains, but lacking in many foods.
These vital elements, phosphate of potash, etc.,
are supplied in splendid proportion in the famous
Made of whole wheat and malted barley, Grape-
Nuts supplies all the rich nourishment of the grains—
is quickly digested and yields a wonderful return of
brain, nerve and muscle energy.
Grape-Nuts has a delicious nut-like flavor, is ready
to eat with cream or good milk directly the package is
opened — highly nourishing and economical.
In getting ahead in this world right food helps
“There’s a Reason
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