Connecticut western news., 1882-05-10
FRUIT TREES. A Few Hints by the Burlington HaWkeye Jester.

should select the Jester as 8 man pining away for Norwegian stock pear tree or an assortment of Early Green Lombardy apple scicns, nobody can tell /; but he did, and he talked tree to that patient child Of sorrow for fifty-two miles.
 "I have tried this pear," the Jester said, his sad face lighting up with gleam of pleasant recognition as the tree man showed him colored itho- graph of 8 pear as big as football, with a neck like 8 champagne bottle, golden yellow on one side, scarlet streaked on the other. ''I have tried this pear i; planted four of those Hi bernian Dutch. checked Mongolian Fri colors ten years ago."
 ''She'!s daisy,'' the tree man said,
 "didn't they do splendidly 2''
 Beautifully" said the Jester-"all died the first year, and I never had particle of trouble with them"
 Then the tree man showed him @ pic
 ture of an Oliver Gilsey open-stone hy-
 brid peach (Americanus brandifcari-
 ous). It was larger-in the Autograph
 than @ turnip, with down on it like
 the mustache of Burlington college
 boy in the junior year, and it was rose.
 tinted like the deep-set heart of sad.
 sounding. curled sea-shell. On the op-
 posite page picture of the tree showed ! up like century-old oak, gnarled and
 rugged and hardy as the granite cliff
 that from the mountain side frowned on
 the shadowy vale below. Loud cheers
 and cries of "Go on !" and "More l']
 "Oh, yes" the Jester said, "I know
 that fruit. have tried that brand of peach. It would have done we'll no
 doubt, had we not planted the trees in
 the onion bed. The onions came up and
 choked all the trees out but one. It
 come up and bore peaches, two of them.
 Not just exactly llke that picture. One
 of them looked like wart on gum
 log, only it was harder and the hair
 stuck out like bristles and quills. The
 The other would have been peach just
 like this, suppose, only the stone grew
 on the outside. don't want any fruit
 trees this spring, anyhow.
 II never see a beautiful Autograph
 of fruit tree, croxned and gemmed with luscious fruit" the Jester went on, "witho Ut being reminded of an emi nent success 8 neighbor of mine in
 Burlington made with plums. A banker
 MT. James Peasely, owned beautiful house surrounded with charming grounds, and fruit trees were one of hi pastimes. A tree man came along on,
 year and sold him plum tree. Tn, banker had had little success with plum trees, on account of the rapacions ant never-satisfed curculio. But the Ire, man assured him the curculio woult never touch this particularly beautiful variety-the Alonzo du Belvidere, O. Light of the Harem-scarum. The bank
 CT bought the tree. It grew as neve
 plum tree grew before; great swellin,
 mass of foliage that wooed the sunbeam ? to play with it's dancing shadows. Ant } fruit ! Everybody that went by tn Peasley homestead swQre to himsel
 there weren't enough dogs in the com
 monwealth of Iowa to keep him on tn roadway side of that fence 0 weel longer.
 cit never failed, not one single year ! Season after season it put forth bloom until it looked like spring time snow ] bank, and then in the season of its frui it shone and gloried like royal purpl , sunset in the bankers garden. One da , I praised the tree, and the banker gay l me of its fruit. I bit a piece out of tn plum, and then started home for m gun. It was only few steps dow Barnes street, but twice before go : there I forgot what I had started after climbed over into the foundations t Dr. Virgins house, and tried to dit o Then stopped in the vacant lot by MI U Langley's cottage, and ate the. tops o l. the gimson weeds to take the taste or - of my mouth. When I got home SCI = for George Miller, and told him tE n banker had poisoned me to get son @ money owed him, and I wanted hi J. to take down my ante-naortena stat l' ment. But lived and forgave the ms e who had filled my young life with bi 'f terness, and one day, standing und IS the swaying boughs of this deadly Up 10 plum tree, he told me all it's woeful hi y tory. How at night the long-draN le howls and vail of terror-stricken boy r. lying in the dew-besprinkled grass @ the COW pasture had filled the night vii "a weird, uncanny horror, and scared 6 'n of neighbor Blythe's dogs, or SO mar lo of them as the wallis would go TOUT y under the barn in the tree ,bordered he
 low. How thievish and road-weal le tramps had eaten of this fruit, and h' es gone off down Boundary street shoutil st Fire r and had never been seen agai e. How one day, sandy pig. three and IS half feet long had eaten a couple of tue SC plums that somebody had thrown ov le the fence, and then sat tdown in the du ga of the street and cried and sobbed wi al pain and modification until the gold' 10 sun went down in sea of roseate sple ut dor in the distant west. How visitor "a friends of the family and guests of t ol home, had plucked and bitten a plu nt before they could be warned, and the IS. with ghastly countenauces. tried to lo' or as though they liked it. The robbi oo summed that tree. The curculio nev ds went near it. The wandering crows ry the air wouldn't look at it. Nothi K ever touched it except the Engli as sparrows. They liked 1t and grew