The Hope pioneer. [volume] (Hope, N.D.) 1882-1964, 1919-07-24
Mabel's
Peace Garden
By cEclLlE LANcDoN
copyright. 1919. By Western Newspaper uniou.)

SeSSsS
mot very cordial, eh7" %propounded
a casual companion Of John Trego, as
they passed on the street a man who
made q curt, short nod, and that grudg.
ingly.
HE hasn't been neighborly for some
time" explained Trego. Its all come
OF my wal garden"
"a pro- is he?"
"Oh, indeed, not at ALL" John has.
tened to say. Don't get that idea,
! for Winston Throop is a real patriot.
You see, though, when the war gar
den boom came on l started In on the
only spare space in the so by 200 feet
side lawn. We utilized every foot Of
it. Onions, beets, corn. parsnips, cab
bages and all that. Well, just as we
had laid out the interesting plat,
Throop ran, up that wire fence on the
dividing line"
"Why, what for?"
ITO distinguish his own really ar
tistic and beautiful flower garden
from our homely layout. don't
know as | blame him. The pretty
street frontage vas really defaced by
my common sprouting crops. All at
once he and his family cut US cold.
He even sent his son Harry away, I
believe for fear his budding interest
in my daughter Mabel would lead to
something"
sort of a crouch, isn't he?"
mot that, always, but thinks he
was imposed upon," replied Trego in.
diligently. You see, we couldn't use
a quarter Of the stuff we raised. My
neighbors would have been affronted
II l had offered it free to them. /
left word in a poor neighborhood that
they could come and help themselves,
and they overrun us. They accident.
ally broke down a part Of the dividing
fence, threw some vegetable tops and
roots over on my neighbours lot, and
the next morning the look he gave me
nearly froze me. It's all going to be
mended now, I hope. The war is over,
hence no more war gardens. So my
daughter has solved the problem"
"Ah, how is that?"
INSTEAD Of war garden, we will
clear up the lot and prepare it for a
peace garden for next spring."
1--WE have ordered vines, bushes, ma
terial for a pergola. In fact a sort of
duplicate, or rather continuation Of
the Throop garden. We will carry out
the general decorative and color
scheme. I hope that will make up
next year for the worry and annoy.
ance we have caused our touchy neigh
Dor this year."
Mabel had entered heart and soul
into the plan for the peace garden.
She superintended the ordering Of trel-
lis and bush supporters. Roses rep
resented the particular floral fad of
Mr.. Throop, and over 200 bushes Of
every variety comprised Mabel's Sc.
lection. Winston Throop opened his
eyes wide as the work got under way.
He always was courteous to the
women folks of the Treso family, but
now quite urbane a. he lifted his hat
to the fair gardener In evidence.
Mr.. Throop came home one after
noon to find his wife and daughter alb
sent at a social function. As he en-.
tered the house he gave an intelligent
stare at q suitcase quite familiar to
him.
MARY" he spoke to the maid, what
does that mean?" and he pointed to
the suitcase in question.
TITS young Harry, sir" was the re-
spouse. HE came home at noon."
Indeed! did not expect him I'M.
til the latter part Of the week. Where
Is her"
II think he has gone out for a
stroll, sir. He may be about the
grounds somewhere. Shall l see, Mr..
Throop"
mo, I will find him If he's about
anywhere" said Mr.. Throop. II fancy
he's out in the garage looking over the
new automobile"
Mr.. Throop changed his coat, lit a
cigar and strolled out to the rear Of
the lot. Harry was not in evidence
about the garage, nor was he in the
garden. Passing along the spite fence,
however, Mr.. Throop halted summa-
rily. The sound Of merry youthful
voices directed his attention to the
next lot.
"You are to hold this rose trellis till
l set it in place." sounded out Mabel's
voice; mot my handw
(which l could hold forever" de-
clared Harry Throop daringly.
For a moment Mr.. Throop's face
flushed, and hts mind recalled the re-
cent animosity garden. Then. a sweep
Of memory carried him back to just
such q circumstance when he was a
lad and his wife a chit Of a girl.
"It's to be a real peace garden he
heard Mabel say. "Papa says that it
will give the two places the finest
frontage on the street."
"Humph I" growled MI. Throop. 1.-THE
two placesl Oh, we'll, he is the one
who has raised the white flag. It's
the last of the war garden. 40 I'll NOT