Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1889-05-29

which one can see and name the most
articles in that heap OF rubbish
Lynn was back in his place in q. mo-
ment. ''You begin" he said, breath
lessly.
IA pilo of brush, two barrels, a
stump OF Il tree, p broken kettle -"
Lou paused aud Lynn screamed with
delight.
"You're, a bright one," he cried.
"Now just hear me. A broken pitcher,
some poles, peach cans, tomato cans.
oyster cans, plaster, an old rake, two
rusty pans, some bricks and stones,
boards, an old straw hat -''
''Oh, it isn't fair!'' interrupted. Lou.
you've been all over it after your
ball. But you are observant, Lynn.
Who would ever think so many things
could be collected in so small a spaced
and what pity it is to spoil the incest
corner of the yard in that way! 0
Lynn" she interrupted herself, 1--we
got an idea"
The boy looked up roguishly, a
saucy answer on the tip of his tongue.
''No, it isn't lonesome! There are
plenty more OF them, you will find.
But. seriously, do you remember that
article on Japanese homes which I
read to you few weeks ago and which
pleased you so much? DO you sup
pose such a plot of ground as this
would go to waste among that thrifty
people? Lynn, let us have garden.
I'll ask Aunt Euphemia's CONSENT"
and she was off like a flash.
Permission was readily given,
though Aunt Marcia did suggest that
Lou would look better working away
at the crochet she detested than max
ing tomboy of herself out-of-doors.
"A girl sixteen years DID," she began,
but Lou saw consent in Aunt
Euphemia's eyes and rushed off before
further remonstrance was prepared.
How they worked for the next hour!
The brush was carried to a bare place
in the garden, where it could be
burned. Some twisted poles selected
from the rest were cut by Louis orders
into four-feet lengths and laid away.
The barrels were rolled to one side, the
cans and cracked kettle put by them
selves with the rusty pans and a lealzy
tin pail which they found slowed under
the rubbish. The great stump was
immovable. But it's just as WE'LL"
said Lou, consolingly, ''for think we
can mako it ornamental" Then the
two went to work with their garden
rakes till every stick, stone and straw
was removed, and Il clean, grassy plot
of ground rewarded their exertions.
Lou looked over the field of opera
tons with exultant eyes. DO you
think you can saw these barrels in
two?" she asked, a little anxiously.
There was tired look on Lynn's face;
the May day was soft and warm, and
the unusual exercise told on his relaxed
muscles. Lou was quick to read the
signs OF rebellion. Il mustn't dis
courage him at first" she thought,
<*and really care more about amusing
him than l do about the work. I thin k
we've done enough for one day." she
said, hanging up her rake, '"but must
have some paint. Will you go to the
shop for me, Lynn, and get ten cents
worth OF red lead? We have oil,
varnish and brushes here;" and when
the boy asked, curiously: "What are
you going to do with it?" she smiled,
provokingly, and answered: You will
see tomorrow"
The next morning she took him tc
the wood shed, where lay the cans
whose tops she had neatly removed at
the kitchen fire during his absence.
On the workbench stood the pail OIL
red paint which she had prepared, and
she patiently taught him to paint the
cans neatly and smoothly. It was like
a new play; and Lynn became so inter.
'ested that it was with difficulty she re.
strained him from ornamenting the
wood-shed ceiling and the barn ;,nc
fences when his task was done. She
gave him permission to bring in the
cracked kettle, the pail and pans and
exhaust his ingenuity upon them; and
as. when this was done, he stin longed
like Alexander for more worlds to con.
quer, she sent him to transplant some
bitter-sweet vines on the orchard Dor.
ders, and set them along the fences
which bounded two sides of their gar.
den, intermixing them with wild
grapevine and Virg inia creeper from
the woods.
Two busy weeks followed. Lynn
became so enthusiastic over his work
that he fairly grudged the hours which
his father insisted upon his deyotine
to his other duties; while the boy ir
turn stoutly insisted that his father
should not go near Che scene of his la.
bors till permission was given him-s
command easily obeyed, as Mr.. But
ler's business kept him busily engaged
from early morning till twilight
Lynn was growing quiet, industrious
and less aggressive. His aunts ant
grandmother looked on approvingly
as he bent over old magazines, vol
umes of landscape gardening and 9th.
er miscellanies, searching for plans