Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1902-08-08

why don't you try the plough, sir?"
asked Tudor, although why he said sir"
in speaking to a man not much older
than himself, don't know. Sir" is for
very old men.
I'm not a farmer. I'm a lawyer"
said Harvey. II hate work in the field
and this plough must be run by a man
who loves his work and who likes me.
and I'm not at all satisfied with myself"
Tudor thought Harvey one of the
queerest men he had ever seen. He
finished his work while Mr.. windham
was talking to him.
by the way. had any breakfast"
asked Harvey.
mo sir. l rose before breakfast this
morning"
We'll, why didn't you say so at first?
You come into the house and get break
fast, and then you'll be more likely to
succeed"
Tudor soon finished his breakfast and
then he and Harvey went out to the lot
There lay the ugly rocks.
THAT last ploughman has given my
hired man a good days work at getting
rid of these stones"
why doesn't your hired man try the
plough?" asked Tudor.
He's superstitious. Said he wouldn't
touch 1t for all the acres in the world
Tudor laughed.
Il haven't an ounce of superstition in
me. I believe that this plough is en-
chanted because you've told me what :,
has done. but I'd just as soon break a
mirror or sit down with twelve at
table or walk under a ladder as I would
put on my hat"
Tudor grasped the handles as he spoke
and, as before. Harvey went back into
the house
Get up. old fellow" said Tudor. pleas
antly. Now my little plough, do your
prettiest, for this kind man has given
me work.
plough in the soil and the implement
dived into the ground like a frog into a
pond and up curled the mellow earth at
its PROV Tudor was delighted and the
horse pulled as If blowing was a little
better than bag of oats.
The plough ran all right for ten feet
and then it brought to the surface a duh
colored stone about as large as an ostrich
egg. Tudor was bothered. Harvey had
told him that the lot had no stones in
it excepting those that Edwin had caused
to come there, and here he was bringing
up some more.
Could 1t be possible that he had wished
Windham evil when he first refused to
let him plough? He went on. but every
ten feet he unearthed another dull stone,
and at last when he had ploughed three
burrows and there were thirty ugly-look-
ing stones in the freshly turned earth he
stopped the horse. and leaning upon the
plough, he burst into tears
Hello! What's the matter, my boy?'
| called a voice some distance off, and
looking up Tudor saw Harvey coming
toward him.
ST. too. must have evil thoughts" said
Tudor. See all the stones 1 have un-
| earthed"
Harvey had now come up and he stop
mir cd nf he Stn
In moment he gave cry of surprise
| and grasped Tudor's hand.
MY boy, you are the very one to run
this plough. What you call stones are
really nuggets of gold. You have made
! a rich man of me-"
Tudor could hardly believe his ears
| But II was true. every word. His kindly
thoughts and his desire to be married to
Marian soon had acted on the enchanted
| plough. and he was rapidly making
| gold field for his employer that might
cause men to rush to Connecticut just as
they rushed to California in 1S49.
But Harvey had all the money he
wanted. He was one of those rare per-
| sons who do not care for money.
MY boy" said he. ST wanted to see
II this plough really had enchanted pro-
perties. I see that It has. Go on ana
finish the ploughing of this field and
will give 1t to you with all It contains
and you can get married and come here
| to live"
Tudor was overjoyed. He put his hano
to the plough, and thinking now only OF
Marian, he ploughed furrow after fur-
row and then put the plough back mo
| TO the barn and In half an hour It haa
dropped to pieces and utterly as
| appeared
But II you pass through Fairsex county
In your travels you can't help seeing
beautiful place near Harvey Windhams :.
and that place belongs to Tudor. ! wont
tell you his last name as he is still awe
and with his wife. Marian. he bids far
to pass many happy years.
His near neighbor and good friend IS
Harvey Windham, and q pretty ornament
In his parlor is a little gold nlousn
mounted on an onyx slab.-GBy Charles
Battell LOOMS.