The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1915-10-15

! possessing a weirf charm with grow
ing things. With the development OF
vegetables and fruits, to say nothing
of the barnyard OF prolific hens and
fancy rich milk, the question of dis.
posal of the produce became an i'm
perative one.
Old Gregory. however. had scheme
on his worn sleeve. but he kept it to
! himself until he had made a round
OF all the small cottages that sur
rounded the farm. They we're tiny
bits OF property owned and inhabited
largely by young married couples with
small children. 1t was not easy to
provision the homes with fresh vege-
tables and the grounds did not per
nit OF gardening. The suggestion
| that Gregory made to those house
wives was that he supply them with
eggs, chickens, fruit and vegetables
at a nominal price. Housewives one
and all flew to the rescue of Peter and
Gregory. and considered themselves
very lucky in obtaining farm prod
ucts so close to their owl doorsteps.
The question of milk was difficult. as
Nancy might not supply an entire
community, and one and all wanted
Nancy's rich milk.
1T means" laughed Peter, that
Nancy will have to occupy a smaller
portion of the she'd We will have to
get couple more like her." He eyed
Gregory for moment very thought
fully. You know. OF course, Gregory,
that ] am not going to take the profit
from this business. No, l am not"
he added swiftly, seeing the incredul.
ity in Gregory's face. You are 60
ing to take a certain per cent, but
all the rest is going into that hole in
the old chimney corner against the
time Miss Stanwood returns. You
see it is really her farm, and"
"A pretty farm 1t was" said the
old gardener disgustedly, but with
added affection in his eyes for Peter.
Nevertheless. the COW, the chick
ems, the orchard and all are really be-
longing to her. You see lido you
not. Gregory"
Yes, ! suppose do" grumbled the
old man, and turned away lest Peter
Perkins see that which had risen in
his eyes.
Suffice to say that Stanwood farm
became paying proposition that
quite exceeded the dreams of the
temporary owner. The hole in the
chimney corner was stuffed with bills
and silver. and the day came when
another brick had to be dislodged and
another bank started.
The brushes and paint had been
taken from the attic room, and Peter
reveled anew in the blossoming or
chard and his loved art One or two
marvellous sketches found their way
into the New York shops.
Peter had regained health, both
mentally and physically, and it was a
most attractive looking artist who
looked up suddenly one sunny day in
early spring to see a wood nymph
standing gazing admiringly at his
canvas.
His brushes were suspended in tho
clear air, so lovely was the girl. Her
wide hat seemed made to shelter the
beauty of her oval face and her deep
blue eyes held hint OF fear in them.
She would have fled save that Peter
stopped her.
III could put you in this picture"
he suggester. frankly. Il could most
probably make several thousand dol
lars from the canvas"
Tho ui,I hlnoha cbx,,..
trifie nearer. There was awe in her
glance. The orchard, as it appeared
on the canvas, seemed to breathe of
spring and to sway with the breeze.
Certainly the petals were fluttering
down.
1t would be a pity" she said
softly, ito hold myself responsible
Tor so great loss to you. Since /
am boarding In the Rose cottage il
will give me pleasure to pose for you
Tor few moments each morning"
"Hours!" breathed Peter eagerly.
1t so happened that old Gregory
was left with more work on his hands
han on the days before the nymph
aad arrived. One day he peered
through the branches of the trees
and gave vent to low whistle when
lis eyes rested on Peters model.
Madge Stanwood. the last of the old
amily, was standing beneath a
gnarled apple tree while Peters |
brushes were rapidly sweeping her
mage onto the canvas. There was
hat in the eyes of Peter. and it re-
iected itself in the eyes of the girl. |
which made old Gregory laugh softly. |
-ove in it's most wonderful form was |
making the spring a paradise.
At that very moment of old Greg |
'ry's musings Peter Perkins had said |
Wonderful girl" in an awed and |
'reathless tone. and Madge had re-
urned softly:
But you are a wonderful man,
and her tone had been
more awed. more GREATNESS than
'eter's own.
A Slight Expressive Influence.
DO you feel that your work is o,