The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1878-07-13

der Grange" sketches. One of the incidents
of this last sketch is quoted below. The pro-
prietor of Rudder Grange, returning from a
drive with Euphemia his wife, finds a tramp
in one of his trees and tree-agent in another
near by, with his savage dog, Lord Edward,
plying between. The following scene ensues 4
This one" said Pomona, sis Il
:" should think So" said l, as I
caught sight of a person in gray trow-
sers standing among the branches of
cherry-tree not very far from the kitch-
en- door. The tree was not large one,
and the branches were not strong
enough to allow him to sit down on
them, although they supported him
well enough, as he stood close to the
trunk just out of reach of Lord Ed
ward.
"This is very unpleasant position,
sir" said he, when | reached the tree.
" | simply came into your yard on a
matter of business, and, finding that
raging beast attacking a person in a
tree, | had barely time to get up into
this tree myself before he dashed at
me. Luckily | was out of his reach;
but | very much fear | have lost some
of my property
''No, he hasn't" said Pomona. cit
was a big book he dropped. l picked
it up and took it into the house. It's
full of pictures of pears and peaches
and flowers. I've been lookin' at it.
That's how knew what he was. And
there was no call for his gittin up a
tree. Lord Edward never would have
gone after him if he hadn't run as if
he had guilt on his soul"
81 suppose, then, said |, addressing
the individual in the cherry-tre that
you came here to sell me some trees
Eyes, Sir" said he quickly, "trees,
shrubs, vines, evergreens-everything
suitable for a gentleman S country villa.
l can sell you something quite remark
able, sir, in the way of cherry-trees-
French ones, just imported; bear fruit
three times the size of anything that
could be produced on tree like this.
And pears-fruit of the finest flavor
and enormous size-''
YES" said Pomona. 81 seen them
in the book. But they must grow on a
ground-vine. No tree couldn't hold
such pears as Them
Here Euphemia reproved Pomona's
forwardness, and | invited the tree
agent to get down out of the tree.
THANK you," said he; "but not
while that dog is loose. If you will
kindly chain him up, L will get my
book and show you specimens of some
of the finest small fruit in the world,
all imported from the first nurseries of
Europe-the Red-gold Amber Muscat
grape-the-"
"Oh, please let him DOWN. said
Euphemia, her eyes beginning to
sparkle.
l slowly walked toward the tramp
tree, revolving various matters in my
mind. We had not spent much money
on the place during the winter, and we
now had small sum which we intend
ed to use for the advantage of the farm,
but had not yet decided what to do with
it. 1t behooved me to be careful
told Pomona to run and get me the
dog-chain, and | stood under the tree,
listening, as well as | could, to the tree
agent talking to Euphcmia, and paying
no attention to the imprisoned en-
treaties of the tramp in the crotch above
me. When the chain was brought, l
hooked one end of it in Lord Edwards
collar, and then L took q firm grasp of
the other. Telling Pomona to bring
the tree-agent's book from the house, l
called to that individual to get down
from his tree. He promptly obeyed,
and, taking the book from Pomona, be-
gan to show the pictures to Euphemia.
You had better hurry, sir" | called
out. 81 can't hold this dog very long"
And, indeed. Lord Edward had made
run toward the agent, which jerked me
very forcibibly in his direction. But
movement by the tramp had quickly
brought the dog back to his more-de-
sired victim.
eff you will just tie up that dog, sir"
said the agent, "and come this way,
would like to show you the Meltinagua
pear-dissolves in the mouth like snow,
sir; trees will bear next year"
"Oh, come look at the Royal Spark
ling Ruby graper' cried Euphemia.
at glows in the sun like gem"
"Yes," said the agent, "and fills the
air with fragrance during the whole
month of September"
81 tell you," | shouted, 81 can't
hold this dog another minute! The
chain is cutting the skin off my hands.
Run, sir, run! I'm going to let gor'
"Run! runr' cried Pomona. ely
for your lifer'
The agent now began to be fright
ened, and shut up his book.
- eff you only could see the plates, sir,
I'm sure
"Are you ready?" / cried, as the
dog, excited by Pomona's wild shouts,
made bolt in his direction.
"Good-day, if l must" said the
agent, as he hurried to the gate. But
there he stopped.
"There is nothing, SIR" he said,
" that would so improve your place as
a row of the Spitzenberg Sweet-scented
Balsam fir along this fence. I'll sell
you three-years-old trees"
"He's loosen' l shouted, as dropped
the chain.
In second the agent was on the
other side of the gate. Lord Edward
made a dash toward him; but, stopping
flew back to the tree of the
tramp.
elf you should conclude, SIR" said
the tree-agent, looking over the fence,
" to have a row of these frs along here