Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-01-24
IMPROVING THE SEED.
A Story With q Moral That Is Well
Worth Consideration.

A Story With a Moral That Is Well
Worth Consideration.
Margie Hill believed in store
things" as unreservedly as her hus-
band disbelieved in them. Bought at
the store, an article, to her mind, pos
sessed an excellence unknown in the
home product. For example, canned
tomatoes, with a paper band picturing
an enormous red ponderosa, she es-
teemed more highly than the fresh
vegetable raised by Sam in their own
Kitchen garden.
One spring Sam was sorting out
seed potatoes from the last years
crop, when she pounced upon him and
declared that the potatoes were small,
warty, i'll favored, and In every re-
spect unfit to plant, and that he was
an ignorant and unprogressive farmer
unless he drove four miles to Bloom
field and purchased some fancy seed.
Sam grumbled, but after she had re-
turned to her housework he conclllat-
ingly filled two barrels from the bin
and hauled them to trade, as eating
potatoes, for the improved seed
A new merchant, it proved, had
bought out the store. His shipments
would arrive the next day. He ac-
cepted the customers barrels at nifty
cents a bushel, and Sam would come
back on the morrow to make MS de-
sired purchase.
But it happened that Sam was de-
tanned at home. He helped Margie IN
to the blackboard, and saw her drive
off, not il-pleased, to finish his mis-
sion. Late in the evening she turned
in at the barn-lot gate, dusty, but tri-
umphant and happy.
We'll, SAM" she cried, cheerily, i
got EN-! And 1 warrant you'll be glad
you took my advice. It's the finest lot
l nearly ever saw" .,,
That's good" said SAM no"
many?' ,,
Two barrels. didn't want so many,
but he wouldn't break the lot, as ne
had no more of the variety. was
lucky at that. In whole sheuiu
there were none as good as these.
Sam was unhitching the horses'
while his wife, from the seat as pull
pit, thus declaimed. Some OF ner en-
thusiasm would have entered INTO hlNn'
but he checked 1t.
He must have put fancy PI!Ce pi'
them, though" he objected, doubtluiiy'
well, he did," admitted Margle.
"a dollar and half bushel. .
Sam whistled. His enthusiasm epD-
ed. SOL Hand me one. Let's see It,
Is it pure gold, them"
Narpie Kicked a good sized potato
from the top Of a barrel. You needn I
act sour about it," she said, sIghtly
nettled. They're as good as Soid. Anu
there's bigger ones farther down.
Sam turned the sample over ana
over in his hands. His brow wrinkled:
Did he say what kind they were!
mo. he didn't. But / know they're
good kind. Every one is perfect
I believe that" exclaimed sam. MS
brow clearing and Frightening WIN
mischievous smile. He walked round
the wagon, ScrutlnlZlng the paii ''' ="
tween narrowed lids.
It believe that" he chuckled: ana
did he say where he got them! -,
NO. he didn't" snapped the Wlte,
suspicious that not all was right. But
they're ten times better than our own
so what's the difference? Doushl
them at q seed-store, and they're seed
potatoes. and that's all there is to 1t.
At this Sam exploded a volley OF
dersive but good -natured laughter.
Yes" he said, "if you saw liitel
of kittens in an oven, you'd say they
were soda biscuits. Those are the pest
seed we've had in years, Margle.
They're the identical ones | sold yes
ter! -,
1T cost us only six dollars to sell
and buy six bushels of our own pota-
toes, not counting a siXteen-mlle drive
and days work between US. But
that's cheap, to have them MADE over
from common eating potatoes INTO
fine seed"-Youth's Companion.