The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1886-03-06
WHERE CANDLES GROW ON BUSHES.
BY ALLAN FORMAN.

Say. fellows, | want some money"
Tom Baker made this announcement.
after long pause in conversation, with
the air of one who was enunciating
profound scientific fact.
"No" exclaimed Frank Whitney, in
m ock surprise. You don't really want
money!"
Tue boys all laughed, partly b, cause
party, aud partly because the idea of
muney sec med absurd in the quiet tile
Long Island hamlet where they had been
sent to school. There were four of them,
Frank and Charlie Whitney, Tom Baker,
and Fred Jones, and they were spending
rather a dull fall, and anticipated a
dreary winter down on the east end of
Long Island.
Tney were lively boys, and as good as
the average; but city life had decidedly
intelfered witch their studies in past win
tiers. and when Professor Won Stamm had
proposed to Mr.. Whitney to take his
boys down on his farm, and fit them for
college, that gentleman had no difficulty
in pe1suading Mr. Jones and Mr.. Baker,
who were fellow directors in the same
insurance company, to let their boys go,
too.
For time all had gone well; but when
the novelty of being in the country had
worn off, and PROBES ,or Won Stamm had
fairly 9, them do yu to study, the mo-
notony of their Surroundings began to
pail upon them.
"No society,"" grumbled Frank, who
was the oldest, and had begun to take
an altogether too lively interest in even
ing parties and dancing.
mo baseball games or matil ees."
shifted Charlie.
Not enough fellows to play any de, ent
game" complained Fred.
NO election fires nor fun of any kind"
growled Tom.
A nd so. as boys will do. they had sp' Mt
their allowances on candy, and were Low
even deprived of the mild >xcitem mt of
purchasing peppermint sticks at the viii
lage store. This spirit of discomfort did
not make it any the easier for II rr Won
Stamm, who world remark, after an I'M
usually trying day: 4 come to the coun-
try for rest, and my health. Aber ach.
with wealth of pathos in the long drawn
out exclamation.
They were l,unsing in the old barn on
the afternoon he story opens, in that
most dangerous co .dition boy can pos
sibly be iu-with nothing to do.
Il want some money!" repeated Tom
Baker, after the laugh had subsidized.
And what's mr., l mean to have it,
too "
Its of No use to write home" re-
marked Frank, gloomily. "We've all
tried that.
LET'S ask N,n Stamm to advance us
some ON cur next quarters allowance"
suggested Charlie.
IN, &C." replied Franz. "IIe won't
do it,"
"Well, | want some shot. There is
nothing to shoot; but want some all I'll
same SAID Tom.
"Huh,'' shifted Fred. ~ III might u.s..
bay berries for that"
8. I'll ought of thai" said Frank slowly;
gu the wax would melt off
Il ave an idea," shouted Tom, inter
rupting Frank. "Why should We want
for money when the clndles grow on
trees"
"CaLdles grow on tie .. echoed the
other three in chorus, regarding Tom
with evident doubts rs 20 his sanity.
YES; don t you remember what old
Terry told us down at the ore, when
we were looking AT tn 1t green wax; and
don't you rene mber what it says in that
stupid old history of Ling I,land?" tx
planned Tom, excitedly.
Lets see. | brought my history with
me, in case | should want to study" said
Fred, turning the leaves of his book.
80 likely that you would want to-
interlopated Frank, slyly.
"IIere it is, he added, plying no at
tention to Franks sarcasm.
''The bay-berry, or wax-berry. or can
die berry, as it is varionsly called (Hy-
rira cerifa) aboun"s on Long Island.
The berries are coated with large
amount of We yetable wax, and the early
settlers of Long Island were accustomed
to gather them in the fall and make their
winter supply of candles out of the wax.
1t also is mad into excellent SOAP"
''Well?" he added inquiringly, as he
closed the look.
That d, mt tell what it is worth now"
objected Fret.
Lets ask Terry" suggested Fred.
Accordingly, with considerable chaf-
ing-for Zone except Tom had anv great
faith in the idea-they sought the old