Oxford eagle. (Oxford, Lafayette Co., Miss.) 1876-current, 1889-05-23


she interrupted herself. 1--we
got an idear'
The boy looked up roguishly, a
saucy answer on the tip OF his tongue
mo. it isn't lonesome, There are
plenty more Of them. you will fnL
But. seriously. do you remember that
article on Japanese homes which l
read To you a few weeks ago and Shich
pleased you so mueh' DO you sup
pose such a plot OF ground Us this
would go to waste among hat thrifty
people' Lynn. let Hs have n garden
I'll ask Aunt Euphemia's consent
and she was OF like n fash
Permission was readily given.
though Aunt Marcia did suggest that
Lou would look better working away
al the crochet she detested than max
ing n tOmboy OF herself out-Of-doors.
"A girl sixteen years Old she began.
but Lou saw consent in Aunt
Eaphemia's eyes and rushed or before
further remOnstrance was prepared
How they worked for the next hour
The brush was carried to n bare place
in the garden. where it could be
burned Some twisted poles selected
from the rest we're cut by Lou's 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 \ leaky
tin pail which they found slowed under
the rubbish The great stump was
immovable- But it's just as WELL"
said Lou. cousoIingIy. for | think we
n make it ornamental" Then the
two went To work with their garden
rakes till every stick. stone and straw
was removed. and a clean grassy plot
% ground rewarded their exertions.
Lou looked over the field Of opera
tions with ~exuItant eyes. do you
think you can saw these barrels in
twoa' she asked. a little ~anxiously.
There vas 4 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 | ARE more about amusing
him than | do about the work. | think
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 Iead2 We have oil.
varnish and brushes here and when
the boy asked. c~uriOusly: What arc
you going To do with ito she smiled.
provOkingly. and answered: You viii
see tomorrow"
The next morning she took him to
the wood-shed. where lay the cans
whose tops she hal neatly removed ut
the kitchen fire during his absence.
On the workbench stood the pail Of
red paint which she had prepared. and
she ~patiently taught him to paint the
cans neatly and smoothly It was like
4 uew play, and Lynn became so inter
ested that Il vas with difficulty she re-
strained him from oruameutinS the
wOod-shed ceiling and the barn and
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 d0u-. be still Iouyed
Ike Alexander for more ~Orids to con
QUEER. she sent him To transplant some
bitter-sveet vines on the orchard bor-
ders. and set them along the fences
which bounded tive sides Of tgeir gar-
den. intermixing them with a wild
grapevine aud Virginia ereeper from
the woods.
Two busy weeks followed LINN
became so enthusiasts over his work
that he fairly grudgcd the hours which
his father insisted upon his devoting
to his other duties; while the boy in
turn stOutly insisted that his father
should not 90 near the scene Of his Ia
bors till permission was given him-a
command easily Oheyed. ~ Mr. Bat
Iers business kept him basily engaged
from early morning till twilight
Lynn was growing quiet. industrious
and less aggressive His aunts and
grandmother looked on appr0vingIy
n he bent over old magazines. vol.
umes Of landscape gardening and 9TH
er miscellanies. searching for plans
and ideas There were deep eousuIta.
tions and mysterious whisperings.
days Of Ruthless toll. nights of diseour-
asement. and. at last. triumph
One afternoon. in the early June,
Mr. Butler. who had given himself q
half holiday. was invited to accom-
Pany his mother and sisters to a tea
drinking to be held in the
Addition prompted Lynn. as Lot
hesitated for a name. That's the
way it Is in the papers always. Sim
mons additionr Jones addition anG
II this isn't an addition to the Butler
plantation. then I'd like to know whaI
it Is"
The guests stopped on the borders o
the enchanted land in surprise. whers
once had lain 4 pile of refuse, giving
birth and ~sustenance through previou:
summers to a colony OF giant weeds
was a wide stretching space Of velvet,
grass. freed from every intrusive plant
ain. burdock or uettle. The vine.
along the fences were putting fortl
tender leaves. at their intersection 4
thrifty lilac irterminSied its purpl.
plumes with the fragrant gold of
late towering currant. The despiseS
barrels had become by iadicious man
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