The National tribune., 1909-08-05

beauty, the. fragrance, the brightness;
just plain oaks, and there are bay trees.
great, big, beautiful shining-leafed trees
with fragrant blossoms like the magnolia,
and there are the long-leaved magnolia
tening to ripening, lemon groves, grape
fruit groves, lines, mansoes, plums.
peaches, pears; the list is too long of the
fruits that are growing IN and about st.
Cloud to repeat here. There are three
fruits that you do not get in st. Cloud in
all the perfection of their flesh, favor and
bouquet, and they are apples, cherries and
pears. These seem to need the frost and
gentle freeze to bring them to perfection.
But when you have everything else that
grows outdoors you should not cry for just
three things, now, should yout
The serenity of it all comes like
benediction to the coul of the woman
who has struggled with advers, currents
in the strenuous, hustle of the business
world, or who has fought with all her
wonan's strength against disease, which
has robbed her of her loved ones, and VITO
knew all the time that smiling skies and
eternal Spring would have Saved them TO
her. And she thinks, too. of the little
children, growing up about her, robbed of
their heritage of fresh air, all outdoors,
communion with nature and the sweeter,
better things of life, and as she looks out
on this always Summer scene, she feels
like paraphrasing the old song, ''osceola,
Rest We Here!"
But one can't live on scenery-on lakes
| and trees, fine stretches of land, and vistas
Of moss-draped trees.
| Oh, but you ought to see those trees !.
They are fringed, and can0pied, portiered
and fonnced with Spanish moss. Really
cinate you. You think Of the 'Druids Of
eld," of Gray friars, of Witches of En-
dor, of the tales of the Dismal Swamp,
and hunted creatures, of vanishing hosts,
who invaded the terrible morasses over
which these gigantic Expresses drop their
curtains which never outward swing, and
you know that slowly, but none the less
surely this delicate swinging, spiral fringe
is sucking the. life out of the tree to
which it clings. Death in Life, it might
be called. for it wraps those dainty thread
like tendrels about the big, strong limbs
Of the trees, and slowly light and air are
shut out, and limb after limb the green
| thing grows yellow, and then brown, and
then its whitening skeleton stands
wrapped in the silvery shroud of clinging
moss, which lives on and on and on. This
gray moss that is like tracery Of dove
colored frost, never dies. 1t hangs a tiny
thread over an orange tree, Or a rose
bush, cypress, or a water oak: an olean-
der or q lime; it matters not the kind or
in it an affinity. and like most '.af6nities," !"
drags the thing to which it clings down to
DEATH But it Is picturesquely and fasci-
pstingly beautiful. You can easily get
rid of it. All you have to do is to watch
for the first little string of it and pull
it off your fruit trees and the thing is
done. 1t isn't like pear blight. or peach
yellOws, or grubs, or any of those nasty
, diseases of trees. When you see thai
the clinging gray mass has found an af-
Unity in one of your trees, gently but
firmly grasp the stuff and. pulling it of
Perfectly lovely" in its place on an OLD
cypress, which seems to love it, but 9
perfect nuisance when it mixes up witt
, other trees.
No, woman can't live on "view," but
"yiew" helps her TO live more contentedl,
on more prosaic things.
Il Nothing Prosaic I'm st. Cloud.
Nothing looks prosaic down in the st
; Cloud region, however. 1t all looks
good deal like play; it really does. Yot
can live out doors the whole year round
1 you know. Lincoln lived as boy in
!. three-sided shack down in Kentucky, yo,
will remember, and it gets pretty col,
) down where he was born. In St Clout
all that you really and truly need to b.
!, perfectly comfortable is a roof over YOU
head and a floor under your feet. The
: roof ought TO be good and high, and thu
: floor likewise. For sides to your house
i some canvas csftains that can be rolled
). up daytime and down nighttime. is absO
lutely all that you need for shelter from
E the elements. just think what a joy
q house like that would be TO a woman! n
O floors to sweep or mop. no walls to rul
E down. kalsomine or paper; no pictures t.
U hang and dust-you don't need picture
r because from the four sides of the shacl
!, you see greater pictures than hand of mai
+ ever painted. Housekeeping would be al
d most no trouble at all in that climate
e Women make their own trouble in tha
X direction anyhow.
: st. Cloud seems TO me to be a sort o
q paradise for the woman who has small
e means, and whose health demands a mill
e climate. I'm just thinking what | woul'
e do il that were my condition. A littl'
J house big enough for family of four %
FIVE can be put up in st. Cloud for hun
!, dred or so dollars. 1t is altogether owinI
: to how much work and expense you wan
] TO put on house. But house comfort
t able TO live in the year round may b.
erected for $500 and less. Five acres o
$ ground viii be ample for farm If yol
= cultivate it right. With the help OF on