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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, April 21, 1916, LAST EDITION, Image 19

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a Doard in the fence so it opened and
closed like a gate. In that bush
guarded spot she read, slept and had
her day dreams.
Nat knew well where to find her.
He dashed into her presence and
flung down the box.
"There! that's for you," he an
nounced. "Mebbe there's some fine
garden seeds in it, and you love flow
ers, I've heard you say."
"Oh, yes, indeed!" fluttered Win
nie delightedly, and then her face fell
as she revealed the goodly store in
the box. "Oh, dear!" she sighed do
lorously, "lettuce, onions, parsley, to
matoes, carrots. But it gives me an
idea, and I'll take-you on in partner
ship, Nat. Where did you get them?"
Nat told. Then Winnie's eyes
brightened as she unfolded her
scheme. She was tired of doing
nothing, she was shut up like some
nun, and her saving aunt never gave
her a penny. They would earn
some money. Would Nat help her?
Would he! and he vowed to keep the
secret of their great enterprise. f
Nat smuggled rake, spade and hoe
from the family toolhouse. Before
school and after school, and nearly
all day Saturday the accommodating
little fellow assisted the industrious
Winnie in preparing a good-sized plot
of ground for culture. They laughed
with joy as the seeds began to sprout.
"We shall have the earliest vege
tables in town, this soil is so rich and
so sheltered with plenty of sunshine!"
exulted Winnie. "Then you shall sell
the stuff, Nat, and you shall have an
even half of all we get"
"Crackety! fifty-fifty!" crowed Nat.
"Why, I can get enough to get a new
club uniform!"
"And I shall have ribbons and choc
olates, all I can eat!" cried Winnie.
That very thing came to pass. Aunt
Dorothy never suspected what was
going on. As to the Warners, none
of the family ever penetrated beyond
the thick hedge that shut out of view
that neglected spot of the great ram
bling grounds. As the crops came up I
Winnie did up the fresh, crisp pack-,
ages in tissue paper, and Nat became
prime vendor of the delicate and de-
licious green stuff. At wjthe end of
the week both felt wealthy. (
"The stuff takes like hot cakes!"
reported Nat one afternoon, display-j
ing about one-half a pint of dimes
nickels and pennies. "Oh, Miss Win
hie! I've got over nine dollars saved,
up. Why, there's my best customer.j
young Mr. Warner! How do you do,
sir?" t
In vast confusion and embarrass
ment Winnie arose to confront a
stranger and the first intruder upoii
their solitude. She had heard that
Mr. Warner's son, Clyde, had recent
ly come home from college. She
flushed guiltily as she realized tha
they were discovered as trespassers.
But the handsome man lifted his hat,
so courteously, he smiled so indul-J
gently, he proceeded so quickly to,
take in the situation as a clever bit
of business, that Winnie was soon at
her ease.
- "I declare!" he observed. "I really,
believe your wonderfully fresh 'gar-
den sass' has been a sure tonic to my
father. He says he never tasted such
superb green stuff. And the enter-,
prising young huckster here who sup
plies our household daily never inti-j
mated that it was grown right on our
own place."
There were three gardeners after
that, for daily Clyde would visit the
hidden garden. And when the last
early spring vegetables had run out
there was a fourth member to the co
terie the little god, Cupid!
Yes, Winnie had met her hero and
Clyde Warner his fate. Aunt Doro
thy had to be told, and the bright
earnest ways of Clyde won her over.
Papa Warner was just as tractable,
and Winnie was engaged oh, the de
lightful finale to the innocent
scheme that had begun through po
litical enmity!
And one evening when both fam
ilies were together, the story of little
Nat came out. Mr. Warner sprang
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