Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1918-12-20
"SPUD" GROWING

BY MARGARET N. KEENAN,.

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more so had not nature taken Il hand
In the matter. Her Swaying, sweeping
willows, radiant fields of wheat and
corn, gentle. nOdding bluehellS; GRIM
son walls of Virginia margueriteS and
brown-eyed Susans were enough to in
Spire. not alone artists, but anyone
going this way. In such a place one
would expect to find rural people, and
such they were. These quiet, loving,
country folk were not to be left to
their own devices and theory long,
once John Berry caught sight OF the
little ivy-grown cottage In the valley
overlooking the river.
"Peace's throne was uSurped." In
dignant farmers sought refuge In their
little town hall many an evening, dis
cussing John and his, or what they
thought preposterous idea Of potato
growing. Yet they had to put up
with 1t.
1t was q balmy midsummer twilight
when from across the road could be
seen the dim outline of someone mer-
rily whistling, evidently watching one
of the farmers transplant something.
Johns two eyes grew wistful when he
heard someone say:
Don't anyone around here grow po-
tatoes? l should think they would
grow good"
bah, potatoes" was the sarcastic
reply. A whispered conversation en-
sued, and then n mop of dark hair
parted the raspberry bush and with
drew quickly as the blue eyes spied
John.
Many IN evening John saw the
same figure peering, rather watching
the growth Of his potatoes. So often
did he see her that he named her
his potato Girl" He only saw her
in the evening, 1t Is true, but he man
aged to catch her quite accidentally,
yet not without purpose, n evening ;
and from then N the acquaintance
grew. She reminded John of someone
he had once known, but he dared not
ask her lest his dream be upset.
Summer waned, autumn likewise.
His potatoes had yielded a fairly good
crop for a first year. Nevertheless
the farmers were just rs indignant as
ever. Winter followed-a long, hard
winter. Spring came at last. John
was undecided as to whether he should
grow potatoes this year or not. His
thoughts wandered back to his "Po-
tato Girl" until he finally decided he
would raise them, for her sake.
The potatoes flourished again, and
the potato Girl" reappeared. One
evening he boldly exclaimed:
1T is just a year ago tonight that
I first saw you. Won't you tell me
your name?"
With a toss of her head and a Leaf
across the road, she laughingly re-
piled: !.
"Oh. Potato Girl is enough for
me-"
mot quite" was the sober reply.
Potatoes grow In the earth but you
don't"
"Oh yes, they do grow elsewhere"
came the prompt reply. One looked at
the other, hardly knowing what to say,
when John relieved the silence, boldly
saying:
."If this was leap year I might think
1t over, but as 1t isn't, Is it true po-
tatOes grow down deep in your heart,
tooY She was a good runner, and
consequently John had to chase her
around the well several times before
he captured her for her answe
The wedding day was set for the
latter part of August, yet John was
not so happy as he would have been
If he had known her right name. He
had to comfort himself, however, with
the promise ito know it the day Of
the wedding. A week before the ap-
pointed day she returned to her win
ter home to prepare for his reception.
John was Johnny on the spot the day
of the wedding and Mt an early hour
vas ushered into the house by n serv-
ant. He was still just as ignorant as
ever as to her name. The revelation
came when she descended the stairs
to greet him. With another leap and
a bound, this time q race around
the house, and finally the capture, he
exclaimed:
Edith, how could you" A long
story followed in which Edith told
how her uncle had praised him for his
pluck, and told her that he was the
kind of a man to have. These city
boys, said he, are no earthly use.
"JOhn, 1t Is all true" she ended. "I
knew I could win you back. l am
sorry / gave you up before"
A happier couple could not he found
anywhere that day. When they re-
turned to the country q week later a
shower of potatoes greeted them.
Johns potatoes were one grand sue
cess. They furnished their home and
the farmers around. Many a time
John goes about singing:
Down deep In my heart potatoes
grow" for there is such a song. so he
says.