Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1861-09-27
GOOD FOR EVIL.

the western part OF PennsJ lvana, whose
we'll cultivated acres contrasted strongly
with those of his neighbor, Peter Ellis
who was neither very Industrious nor
very intelligent in agricultural matters
but exhausted his land year after year,
by bad farming, precisely as his father
had done before him, and laughed at all
scientific farmers, and at Mr.. Tiller in
particular, as new lights OF course,
no one ever saw the sCultiyator,' Amer
lean Farmer, or Ploughman in his
house, II was bis boast that he never
read one of these 'catch.pennies' in his
life, and that he had set his dog on a
'loafng vagebond' who had the impu-
dence to ask him to subscribe for one Of
them,
Ellis did not like Tiller, and was bare
ly civil towards him when they happen
ed to meet. If any one had asked him
the reason why he cherished unkind
feelings towards his neighbor, be would
have found it hard for him to have ans
wered the question, even to his own sat
isfaction. The true cause lay, probably,
in the fact that almost everybody liked
Tiller, and spoke well Of him while he
had no very warm friends, The supe-
rior productivcness of Tiiler's farm,
thing too plain TO be denied, was also a
source of annoyance. Two OF their
fields, lying side by side, were, one sea-
son, both planted in corn. They had
been laid down in grass, and for three or
four years furnished The two farmers
with their winters Lay. Tller', field, /
however gave him onc-third more than
Ellis obtained, at which the latter always .
felt in an i'll humor. Without consuta-
ton, or knowing each others intention.
both commenced blowing their field on
the same day.
"What are you going to plant there =
asked Mr.. Ellis of one Of Tiler's farm
hands. Il
"Corn," was replied.
A kind of grunt the usual expression
of contempt and displeasura with which
Ellis received any information in regard
to his neigbbor's doings, was the only re-
ply made by the farmer as he turned
away. Then be uttered to himself:
81 wonder who told him that | was
going to plant corn here, lie kept his
field in hay great deal longer than he
wanted to, know, just to annoy me by
Dragging about his two or three tons to
the acre. Id like to see the scales on
which they were weighed. Iumph
we shall now hear Of seventy bushels Of
corn, no doubt. But IN not be fool
enough to believe it. If the real truth J.
were known, it would turn out that my
farm is just as productive as his, notwith-
standing all the noise he makes about /
his bone dust, poudrette, and the old g
scratch knows what all
The two fields were planted with corn, Z
the one under that enlightened system Of
farming which gives to each product of q
the soil the food which experience and Il
philosophy determines that it requires
for its most luxuriant growth, and the q
other in the good old way that Peter
Ellis had seen the thing done since he
was old enough to walk over a cornfeld.
About June the two fields began to a
look quite green. But the green of IL
TiIler's was darker, and his plants taller. Sc
Ellis saw that this was so, although he 81
maintained stoutly that his field looked d
quite as well as the other, and would a
yield every grain as much corn. a
You see with partial eyes, Peter e
said neighbOr to him, one day after he G
had made this assertion. 'Tiler's corn n
looks far better than yours r.
This made Ellis angry, and he more Il
than half nsulted his neighbor, who left "
him soon after and walked away. In b
passing near the bars that opened into ir
the field of Tillor, the neighbor met the oi
more thrifty farmer. After standing and IL
a. -
What ails your corn all about here ? Sd
1t looks as if the cattle had been eating Al
it.. 10
Friend Ellis over there has a very to
troublesome cow replied Tiller, in VI
mild way, that has a trick of opening I'll
gates and letting down bars. She got to
in here sometime this morning, and did fe
considerable damage before we discover in
ed her. ii
Too bad too bad = said the neigh hi
Dor. Il know her ladyship very well. til
She has been in my fields dozen times bl
But I've worried her so much with the
dogs that she's got little shy of my til
premises. Set your dogs on her Mr.. of
Iiller. It's your only remedy. She'll he
destroy your whole field, now that she's sh
got taste of those green blades, if you ez
don't 1,of-