The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1907-08-22

j LIN. Lt>iNtNyiNis III i1iN
vro~inr," answered Corfnne wood.
ward Th~n she asked little abrupt.
iy. what arr you gvinr to pian, IN
this neldy'
Il think Barney said he was wclns
10 plant rye or perhaps barley"
why not plant clov~ri Rye. you
know. OF harley. either. viii inJure my
peach orchard"
"Injure your peach orchsrdr' repeat
81 Sally, bewiider-d and a little hurt,
I II seemed 10 her that Miss Woodward
was debating IN an unwarraniable
war. Il don't understand what you
mean" she fsltercd You will have
10 talk TO my brother about n. That's
/ be NJ on the porch"
Well. III speak 10 him" said Co
rInne. She put her strong white hand
/ on the top NJ the fence post and vault
Ell over like nm athlete.
Barney must have seen the approach
OF the visitor. He was little flushed
and curious looking. But there were
comIosure aud an air of preparedness
about him which, with his new suit
and fresh sunday shave. went In hts
favor. The scaliop on hts hair was In
evidence. too. and altogether Barne,
was looking lbs best.
GLAD 60 see you, Miss Woodward
be- said. extending his hand, u was
lust remarkn' TO myself that your
peach trees look first rate since you've
had 'em cleaned out. Have a seaty"
Three or -four rush chairs stood about
on the porch, and Corinne appropriat
ed ono Of them. u was just telling your
sister," she began, 'tbat hoped you
wouldn't plant either rye or barley IN
that field on account Of my peach trees,
and Miss Sally kindly invited me to
come up and talk to you about IT,"
Miss Woodward thinks our rye will
spoil her peach orchard" put In Sally
tremulously.
You don't say. Hows thatY' asked
Barney complacently, as II he expected
a Joke was about TO be sprung upon
him.
THE matter IL not very easily ex'
plained, Mr.. Brill. nor perfectly under
stood" said the visitor, with straight,
serious glance into the open, question
Ing eyes. "But, all the same. 1t IL
known to scientific agriculturists that
peach trees are injured BY proximity to
rye or barley. And. you see, you have
other fields In the far end Of your farm
that would be just as good for rye as
that one, while cant move my peach
trees"
"Not very we'll" said Barney. What
you say Is mighty interestin. ] always
supposed peach trees was tolerable
contented and happy when they had
good soil TO grow on and got their
yearly prunin' and was KEEP clear OF
weeds and insects" He suppressed II
sarcastic smile. didn't know they
was 80 choicy about their company.
Bad as some folks"
When the visitor had gone Barney
broke out into rOllicking laugh that
might have been heard halfway across
the Woodward fields.
"oh. Barney! What II she should
hearw protested Sally.
LET her henri laughed Barney, with
..~... ,.i--A4.~sr srAA..ssi,
"All she wants is to make a fool or
me-
"Oh, Barney, no! She isn't trying to
make sport Of you" pleaded Sally.
"she's an awful pretty girl. isn't sheT'
"she amt bad lookln'. ] guess she
knows II too
True to his word, Barney put In his
rye. Sally prepared little supper
party as an offset but to her dismay,
Corinne's aunt sent polite note of r"
gret II was all that Jim Stover could
do to comfort Sally now.
Don't you believe It's all over yet,
Sally" said Jim. Longs Barney keeps
that scallop acrost his forehead there's
hope. Just wait, Pears to me the
scallop is gettin' leetle slicker."
Corinne Woodward kept bees,
Barney Brill raised the finest can.
taloupes IN Jersey county. His can
tnloupes were celebrated and brought
fancy prices when shipped to New
York and Philadelphia.
Miss Woodward planted common
variety OF pumpkins close to her neigh
bor's melon patch.
In August the melons were ripe.
They were large and looked well, but
Sally fancied the flavor OF them was
not what II had been In former years
Seems to me they taste like pump
kins,' she said to Barney. Maybe
think 30 because I've looked 80 often
over to Miss Woodwards pumpkin
patch alongside the fence"
Barney could not hide his vexation.
He would not acknowledge that there
was anything the matter with his mel
ons. He told Sally she Imagined"
the pumpkin flavor and secuted the
idea that there was any truth In II.
But when he sent his melons to the
produce men In the city, who usually
were glad to get all that he could ship.
complaint followed complaint. Don't
send us any more cantaloupes,' wrote
the commission merchant who took the
largest lots. They're not up to the
standard In flavor, and our customers
won't have them"
Disgnsted. Barney stopped sending
his cantalJlpes TO market Rather
than take the low rates he could get
be preferred TO let the melons rot on
the ground. II was provoking aud hu-
initiating. One day, tramping dlscon'