The farmers' union. (Memphis, Mo.) 1891-1895, 1894-04-05
CONSOLE THE FARMER
BUSINESS MEN GIVE GRATUI-
TOUS ADVICE.
They Endeavor to Convince the Agricul-
turist That Overproduction IL the Cause
Of All His Woes-SenatOrs FELL Out u
Old Havemeyer.



Nancy Jane Was Right.
The farmer receives an abundance Of
gratuitous advice. II he tells his tale
of woe the cOmforters are on hand to
solve all of his ills and make all the
crooked places straight.
The Georgia Populist tells of
farmer in that state who was advised
by the business men of the town to
quit producing cotton. They told
him there was an overproduction of
cotton, but If he would plant his farm
entirely in peas he would he surprised
ut the way wealth would pour in upon
him. Thinking that he was the only
one who had received this advice, he
said nothing about it to his neighbors,
and next year did not chop any cotton
but put his entire farm in peas. Wis
ions of prosperity and good times HOY
cred around him the entire summer, to
cheer him in his pea culture and light
en- his many burdens. The year was
productive and the peas yielded boun-
teously. Now, he could say to
Nancy Jane, we are on the road to
prosperity. First. we lift the mort
gage, and then get some handsome
furniture for the house, q carry-all to
take You all" to church on Sunday,
and bran new outfit oflinsey woolsey
all around, with white shirts for Lords
day wear, and linen table cloths for
use when the preacher calls III to dine.
Quite = list OF extra comforts were to
be secured when the frost came on the
pea vines and they ratified in the hulls.
The harvest ended and the farmer
borrowed wagon or two from his
nelghbors and mounted his own and
headed the pea procession for the
market town. When he arrived his
hopes are blasted and his bright antici-
pations of comfort and plenty were all
snrgly covered up with wet blanket.
The merchants told him that peas were
worth very little as there had been an
over reduction eff peas this year. He
sold his peas, however, for Il little less
than it cost to produce them, and re-
reivcd the assurance from this j.
Sterling Morton farmer in town that
if he had only raised beans he would
have Int the nail squarely on the head.
Plant beans, said the merchant, and
you will realize more than from any
crop You could possibly cultivate.
He went home, explained matters to
Nancy Jane as best lie could, and next
year plants beans. Never was there
such u crop of beans raised in that
farmer produced. Heaven smiled on
to come Mt the right time, and the sun
shine fairly made the young beanlets
laugh with JOY rs they sprung up from
the earth to maturity and full fruition.
Great was the bean harvest He pro-
ducel enough to supply Boston for
fully SIX months, and that is drawing
it sufficiently large.
Visions of the good times just ahead
played around his rheumatic form and
fondly toyed with his gray locks, while
the breezes of prosperity and plenty
blew through his unkept whiskers.
He waved his broad brim to Nancy
Jane as he came up from the barn with
four-mule load of beans, bound for
the promised land of market. On the
way he whistled and sang the old
songs he learned when a young man at
''singin' skool." with an occasional
turn ut "Greenville" and "Auld Lang
Syne," and finally drove up before the
commission merchants door.
The merchant came out and looked
ut his beans and remarked casually
that the bean yield this year, in fact,
there was an overproduction Of white
beans. Now, if the farmer had only
raised black beans, or the variety with
an eve on them, he could give him Il
much higher price. White beans are n
glut in the market. Boston uses brown
beans or eye beans. His beans were
only good for soup, and as soup was
mostly devoted to feeding paupers pro-
duced by legislation. there was very
little money in it.
The old farmers hopes suddenly
took another fall down to zero. but he
the small amount Of money the mer-
chant gave him, returned home less
Musically inclined than on his way to
market. and minus the new dress he
had fcndly anticipated as surprise
for the good wife. Matters were again
explained to the partner of his woes.
and Nancy Jane lost her temper and
told the old man he was biggety old
fool. He rebelled at first, but finally
concluded that Nancy Jane was about
right, and next year his broad acres
were again aglow with the bloom upon
the cotton.
Took Sugar in Ther'n.
There is q scandal on hands that
seems likely to rival the iniquities of
Credit Mobilier times, says Wash