The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1902-01-03
TOM BuTrs.

aepth OF tenderness the soil Of the re-
blote Newfoundland Is cultivated To
aim. used to the sight Of large rewards.
the labor seems futile and tragic. sie
looks upon the fsherman farmer as
scme old paddiepunt nand might l'nk
ppon an iDiandet who set out TO catch
! whale with a bent pin and q spool o.
thread. Not only the graveyards. bnt
the gardens are made by hand. fht
soil Is gathered here and there aad
everywhere scraped from the rocks,
and dumped year by year In me
sheltered place until the new land Is
ready for the seed Il took twen;y
years to make the little garden VIII re
Aunt Phoebe's black-current bushes
and roses marvelously prolong a
starved existent Past generatl,h5
made the meaiow at Exploits from
which men OF today reap their pounds
Df hay and gather their quarts Of pota-
toes. Moreover. many a Fvso garden
once hlossomed iu England Not Ions
ago soil was imported and sold by
weight Enelish gardens were shipped
10 Newfoundland in The holds Of yes-
sells bound out for dried fish.
Be you from New York. as they
tays. sir9 a mau asked me. in aerall
harbor Of White Bay Aaairmatiyciy
nuswered. ne continued vioant yOi
come out TO my garden sir7 'Tis some
queer things i've CROWN there An
Ills English soil sir. they thinks, an
they be doin we'll Twould do yOiu
heart COED Z see um"
This was Tom Butts whose son had
sent him a package of assorted seeds
from Maine Unhapplly for Tom, TIE
letter had been lost in the mails; n"r
Was there label on single package.
what be that sir said he point
Ing to a haggard growth OF stalks.
Corn. ssid J.
"Now. Is un?7 said he, strolciog his
beard aud smiling in an intensely
gratihed way Sure I've long wanted
GO know. SO, he be earn, eh2 Hem
m-lnl Does you know what that Is in,
tht corner?7
4" 'Tis tomato plant" said I. Il
thought twas what they calls carrots.
.Tis a to-ma-to, you says, an 'us what
/ thought was carrots Well Well!
would you think o that"
Tom 'Butts was eager to rid himself
OF the burden Of wonder which hau 20
long oppressed him tremendouslg
eager sie had planted in wonder. ara
waited ia. wonder But he was too
polite or tao cautious 10 be precipltare
The stranger must not be offended
must not he frightened away-this
stranger who had at last tome to 'atis
is his hearts yearnings
This" he said stooping 70 caress
small green plant. is what calls real
cabbage"
'Tis cabbage, said /
Now. is upgn Tom burst out, his
face radiant "sure. guessed ne
right didn't ~ But they be a queer
queer thing tothersids o the 'taters.
Take a look at uu. sir 'Tis like yen
never seed such thing afore. All o
the taters sir Sure It's that"
II was pumpkin vine. all run 20 leaf;
and Il bore one broad yellow blossom
which was then whiting without proni-
isc of fruition.
'Tis but nower think, sir,
sald Tom. Tis noihing to eat what
ever"
IRIS a pumpkin said |
Ton iooked up quickly BE !or
sure said be. that YOU know ar.
'Tis hide. he went on doubtfuiy
they grows In the gardens Nea
York, Well. maybe It's a pumpkin
II you says SO i hearn ten o. the'
things. Woan't you have glass
goats milk .sirq NO. Good-even sir
Tis a fine garden sir said li for
ung@
Tis 8 fne garden sir said for
as looked into his glowing face
had no heart to call his child cripplc
even though she aere one when sh
was az lasF aud glorious in his s'sA'
Norman Duncan ia Ainslee's Maga
izne
It's the little colds that grow int
big colcsa the big colds that end il
consumption and death Watch th'
little colds. pr Woods Norway Pin'
syrup.
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