The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1915-06-27

putting in an hour or two on my gar
den. only to discover Gunnison already
on the job sweating like a r~acehorse
and smiling tiiumphantly over what
he had accomplished before the sun
appeared over the eastern horizon.
Who could get up under such circum-
stances? Not l. Were 1t the garden
Of Paradise I should go back TO sleep
and leave Gunnison TO gloat over his
beat alone. ] can't bear to see a man
trying to beat h sun at It's own
game.
Some day when we can AFFORD 1t We
intend to build a brick wall round our
garden. W. have dreamed for years
Of a walled garden with ivy trailing
over the coping, box hedges bordering
h paths. hollyhocks against Lom-
hardy poplars for a background n in
the centre a cosey little summer house
where one can sit and read or write
or smoke a pipe or dream. while friend
wife putters among the flowers and
the children play in the %sandpile in
the far corner. We fear the wall
would require a moat and barbed wire
entanglements outside to keep of
the small boy. and OF course It would
have to be pretty high to shut out old
man Gunnison's view.
suppose Gunnison means well, but
he is very ex~asperating; he's a hard
ndghbor to get along with unless n
Is willing to surrender all ones per-
sonality in Difference to his opinions.
No matter what project I undertake
In the way Of landscape architecture
I (snnniann L. hound 60 tnfr,,da xr,ish
comment and advice and ne does II
with that superior, patronizing smile
which betrays a secret exultation In
the perfection Of his own place. Gun
nison Is never content unless his place
looks Just a triie better than yours
and yours a triie better than any
other place In the neighborhood-
that's the kind Of a fellow he Is.
When I start moving the lawn out
pops Gunnison with his mower. which
has an attachment for catching the
grass. whereas my machine has none.
He not only mOws. but gets out n big
roller and goes ver 1t Just for luck.
then he sprinkles the lawn and scat
spots that seem at all out Of SORTS
and all the while he keeps taking
sly, sidelong glances at our yard, TIL
| get SO mad I feel like rushing over
m cutting him down with my
machine.
In fact I can't do a tap of work
about the place without feeling that
Gunnison is watching every move
with a jealous y and planning 10 do
the same thing on his side OF the line
a little better. All summer long his
shadow falls upon every Job l con-
template. He is always lowering in
the oflng. watching over his property
with an eagle eye.
And the way the man says property
Ia enough TO AL my heart with
murder, arson, mayhem-pr-ropp'ty-
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS can't
express It in print. but anyway II is
positively loathsome 10 near Gunnison
utter the word. He seems to revel in
II. too. Do o imagine he would say
house, or lot, or yard. or place? No.
That wouldn't he Gunnison. It's al
ways p~-r-roo-p'ty. He gets more
satisfaction out Of the mere utter
ance OF the word than you or | would
find In a good cigar or a cup of coffee.
When we first moved into this
p~ro-op'ty next door to Gunnison's he
kept chickens. mostly in our back
yard and on u porch. So kept
some myself-some OF the less agile
ones-but the flavor wasn't just what
We liked, 30 ! stopped keeping them
and got a Boston terrier instead. So
then Gunnison decided that it didn't
pay to raise chickens and he sold ont
at a considerable loss. he informed
friend wife.
Also there was a high line fence he
tween h two lots, which certainly
was an eyesore from our viewpoint.
Had We managed wisely in the first
place the fence might have remained
there to this day, hut you know how
afable and pleasant new neighhors try
10 he toward each other at first, how
they toady 10 one another and Icy on
they are just the incest. fricndlicst
sort Of people in the world Well, we
certainly did this despicahle thing mp
brown with the Gunnisons. and they