The New York herald., 1922-07-09

Whitley knows ii. Suppose you drive
her and I'll guide the plow. Then see
how we come out"
This plan was carried out on the
return furrow. Whitley. tie horse
liked II no better. but she was kept in
a straight line and by pushing with
all her might the kid" did get the
plow back TO the starting point Tke
distance across the ten acre lot seemed
endless as she faced II again.
The two girls held the situation to-
Eether Taking turns. they toiled up
and down that field. almost breaking
with fatigue. while the horse harnessed
to the other plow watched them as
they approached his corner, where he
nonchalantly shipped up a spear OF
stunted rye with a curious and half
satirical eye. That horse knew very
we'll that no work would be required
of him that day and he could philoso-
phise calmly on what was happening
to Whitley.
True enough. the short March day
saw only the ten acre lot laid open
by the plow and two tired and dis
couraged girls walked the horses home
that night without exchanging a word
They were too far gone even to COM
plain.
They were hardly out of bath
when the telephone rang. There was
to be the gayest kind of a little dance
at the club that night or course they
would come over?
Come over!" shrieked the sister
who answered the telephone. I'VE are
going to have a biscuit and a cup Of
tea and hop right into bed."
1t speaks we'll for their constancy of
purpose that they tackled the smaller
field next day. and one OF them in
recounting her experiences said
Facing Next Morning
After Day of Aching Toll
II have often wondered how
farmer who goes to bed simply aching
with fatigue could face the idea of
getting up next morning and going to
work. But that doubt came from my
ignorance of what nature can do with
the human frame if you give her a
few hours Of sleep to work in. We
slept dreamlessly and next morning up
We were at day break with all our
enthusiasm fresh again
When they had finished the spring
plowing, and they really did 1t by
themselves, the girls heard for the first
time that they had assumed some
thing that hardened farmers rarely
did. 1t is the custom, so they were
told, to let the plowing work out. Now
that they had accomplishing it they
felt that they were pioneer farmers,
breaking in wild land and with laws
and rules they made for themselves.
1t was, however, pretty close TO May
before all the sixty acres showed red In
the now warm sunshine.
Then came the planting and the
girls were divided as to whether they
should do the hard part of this or
turn it over to the hands" who so far
had had an easy time of looking on,
walking about and pretending to be
very busy. 1t was decided that the
hands" should get to work, but what
made this decision was the poetry OF
sowing.
Anybody with or without a brain
can make holes in the EARTH said
kid" but it requires a person with
a soul to drop the seeds" ~
Among the first planting was beans.
A hand" went ahead and made the
holes while one OF the sisters followed
and put in the seeds. Behind her
came the other hand who covered 1t
up. He must have felt vindictive be-
cause he had to get down to work. for
he gave the poor young proprietress
not a minute to breathe or TO rest
herself by rising to a completely up
right position. up and down, up and
down I went until 1t seemed to me
was an example of perpetual motion
and that / lad never done anything
but plant beans and that l never
should do anything in life but plant
beans. After an hour of 1t | said TO
myself that even II the beans came up
l would refuse 10 cat them. for / be-
gan TO hate beans. But that came 20
an end. and it was after all not
marker to plowing. and l was as
happy when l saw our first little stalks
OF the beans emerging as II they were
children of mine own. or course, l
ate of the first mess o beans of our
own raising and found them extremely
delicious, such beans as few people
have the opportunity OF tasting
Planting tie peas followed and Gus
tom had made this task comparatively
easy and as the other vegetables came
around in rotation the sewers work
was delightful. But every night found
the girls dead tired and fit for nothing
except to eat what they describe as a