Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1907-08-03
In Gardening
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By ALICE LOUISE LEE.
Hnr,zrirhf 14(6 hy Alice Louise Lee.
By ALICE LOUISE LEE.
Copyright, 1906, by Alice Louise Lee.
Concluded from Page 2.

saThis morning I'm going to SOW Things
onions, for instance"
To her own surprise, her voice was
mschievous A strange feeling OF buoy
ancy possessed her. The sun was send
ing red heralds up from the east to pro-
claim perfect day. Belle was asleep,
unconscious Of the drama Of the gar
den. and Stephen--well. Stephens eyes
wsre smiling at her, but not just as
tha.. smiled on the public at large.
'sNrother isn't up. yet" he began hesi-
taf:r ~,ly, $50 1 brought along rag and
:, stz-:ns"- He paused and held mana
a. TO her appealingly. 1t was the mem
Der wounded the previous morning.
Am promptly dropped her hoe and
attended to her surgery.
"say." began Stephen suddenly,
watching the operation, ''do you al
WAYS wear that bonnet in the garden?'
eyes," returned Ann innocently. "ai-
ways" -.
Stephen sighed. II should think it
would be awfully hot away back in
there meditatively gazing within as
Ann raised her head.
But the bonnet slowly shaken was
the only reply. In some ways its
wearer could not see beyond its pro-
iecting sides. For fifteen minutes ST.
Ience reigned in the gardens. Ann
worked with her back to the wire
fence lest Belle should chance to see
her through the little gate. She drew
the end Of her hoe handle along the
smoothed surface of her yard square
onion plot and was carefully dropping
the seeds when a voice Of triumph
sounded behind her:
"I've finished mine. Now what are
you going to plant next?' There was
a step beside her, and the voice Of tri-
umph became a voice Of dismay. 'Je-
ru-sa-lem! Is that the way you fix
'em?"
Ann turned and glanced into the
next garden eyes. What have you
doney'
Stephen stuffed his hands deep in
his overalls pockets. "Me? Why, I
sowed 'em broadcast" He removed
one hand and motioned as though SOW
ing oats.
Again Ann was convulsed with
mirth. "How-how would you weed
them if they came up thick all over"
Stephen wormed toe into the soft
soil. Weed! Why, 1 never thought
about the wedding. / think" quite
humbly. that I better stick to the
store and give UP gardening"
AIMS heart unacceuntably sank. So
did her sunbonnet .....
mo, won't, either" with sudden
energy. eff you'll bolster me up with
afvice, Til stick to it,
AIMS heart unaccountably arose. So
did her sunbonnet.
Lets swap work this morning"
proposed Stephen a moment later, and
Ann agreed.
Next morning shortly after FIVE
she found Stephen smoothing over
her carrot plot just south of the on
ions. 81 thought I'd begin" he ex-
planned little shamefacedIy, Gin your
garden so you would help me. l don't
know what to do with the pesky
seeds. Either I'd plant 'em in trench
SO deep they'd never hear the last
trump or else I'd scatter 'em over the
top to the four winds and the hreezes
between!%
After the gardens were planted
there vas no reasonable excuse for
arising at o'clock until the weeds
appeared. Therefore, Stephen, releas-
ed from his early morning duties,
often came up on the Wright porch
warm evenings and entertained him
self gayly with Bellies chatter, while
Ann slipped away and wandered Ia
the garden hunting weeds.
At last, after a heavy June rain
tley came accompanied by the tender
Vegetable shoots potatoes, beets, on
i2as-and Ann arose again at 5 and
repaired, sunbonneted, to the garden
Fer heart futtered a little as she I'M
latched the gate. "He will get some
one else to do the hoeing surely she
told herself. But no.
He greeted her with a rueful face
"Say. I'm glad you're here" he pro
claimed frankly. do you pull these
weeds or hoe 'em out or put a charge
Of dynamite under 'emT
Ann heard herself laughing happily
The hoeing season had begun.
On the Fourth Of July the familie;
Wright and Long enjoyed new pota
toes and peas. Stephens row Of vine;
abeunded in peas, while his potatoes
Wee deficient. In AIMS garden the
cas-. TTds reversed.
">.,'>'ll swap" said Stephen promptly
Swapping had become a habit will
him. Two weeks later both families
RECALLED themselves on beet green's
They came from Stephens garden. bu
no one knew save the two gardeners.
''My sweet corn will be ripe in two
weeks" said Ann timidly as she tool
the green's. ''There will be enough fol
us BOTH
Her predictions were correct. but an
tedat.ng the ripening of the sweet corr
was The picnic in the Bridgeport grove
'W-iil you girls ride over with me-
n ,1r, :