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the arrangement of the flowers spell
ed out the letters of her name. When
the green leaves appeared and actual
ly grew true his delight was un
bounded. One of the hardest things he had
to do was to remember the various
vegetables. He had hit upon an m
genious method of overcoming this
difficulty he had planted them al
phabetically. Beginning at the tool
shed were artichokes; then came the
asparagus not to bloom till the sec
ond year; beans, beets, Brussels
sprouts, and cabbages, ranging all the
way down to- turnips and watermel
ons. There was no vegetable listed on
the catalogue after watermelons, so
he concluded that that growth was
alphabetically the last that was
known to science.
This method proved highly satis
factory, too, for it would have been
impossible for him, city-bred as he
was, to have distinguished the succu
lent turnip from the radish or peanut,
unless he could have pulled it out by
the roots and examine it.
Saturday came. Jim was in a fer
ment of excitement when his wife led
him into the garden. He sniffed the
breeze, laden with fragrant odors,
and it smelled very good to him. Alice
led him to a qorner where some deli
cately tinted flowers were pricking
their way up through the mud.
Jim looked and stared. Alice had
hit upon bis own design. The flowers
were growing in a rather straggly but
unmistakable letter J.
"Sweet Williams," whispered Alice,
looking at him triumphantly.
"Yes but " stammered her hus
band. "That's a compliment to you, dear
est," she" said. "You see, there isn't
any Sweet James, so I pretended that
your name was William instead.
Aren't you pleased?"
"Pleased? I'm delighted," he cried.
"But Alice, dear, do you know I have
thought of just the same thing for
"Yes. Y6u know you said that I
could r" -1 some flowers, 60 I have
planted some sweet alyssum alys
sum that means Alice, you know."
"Show me at once, Jim," com
manded his wife delightedly. And so
he led her through the little, rustic
wicket gate and into the forbidden
vegetable garden, where, near the
tool shed, he triumphantly displayed
hia precious secret,
Alice looked at the growth in per
plexity. "But, Jim, where are the flowers?"
"Flowers? I didn't know sweet
alyssum had any flowers. You are my
flower," he added diplomatically, for
the expression on his wife's face had
become quite curious.
She stQoped over the growth and
suddenly reached out her band and
pulled a handful from the' ground.
And then she est down upon the path
and burst nto tears.
"Alice! Dearest! What's the mat
ter?" cried Jim. hurrying toward her,
pale with anxiety. "Don't you like
them? Why, I planted them because
I wanted them to remind me always
"Yes, that's it," she sobbed. "I al
ways knew you didn't really love me,
but I never thought you would show
It in such a cowardly, mean way as
this. It's It's turnip tops. And you
said they reminded you of me."
Jim stared in horror at the uproot
ed plants. Undoubtedly the roots had
formed into the small but unmistak
able configuration of the turnip. And
even Jim knew that a turnip is noth
ing but a turnip. .
"Good heavens!" be exclaimed in
horror. "Alice! I planted them al
phabetically and I I began at the
wrong end. Come over here. Here
here they are!"
Alice cast one glance at his new
find and began weeping anew,
"Brute!" she sobbed. "Those are
They made up two minutes later,
but now they have a hired man to