Show I 1 ICA 11 I 1 SPUD GROWING S by MARGARET M KEENAN 0 in one bend of the swift flowing stink elike river merrimac Merrl Ater mac could ie be found n tittle little town named titter after the lie river the towo town was insignificant enough lit in name and would lave have been more so go lidid tint not nature alien ilien a hand tit lu the mutter matter tier her swaying awal ng sweeping sleeping willows fields of at wheat and corn gentle nodding bluebelle bluebells blue bells crimson walls of virginia IrgIn la and brown eyed were eni nih to tn in riot not alone hut binyon going this way vav lit in such sach n libove aliue oile would expect to find rural rurel people pt orle and such they were quiet tet loving country folk were not to be left to their own devices and theory long once john kerry berry sight of the little avy gruwel tl cottage cotti ige lit in tile the valley overlooking the lie river pences throne was usurped lit in fart partners ners sought refugo refuge in their little town ton n final ninny un evening ev eIng its bussing cussing cuss liiK john and lils his or what hat they thought preposterous iden of potato gron growing groning ing yet they had to put up with it it was a n badiny midsummer twilight when from the rond road could lie be seen the tint dim out lint of someone tiler merrily whistling evidently watching one of tile fa tanners something johns two eyed grew grev wistful when ho he heard someone my feay dont anyone around here grow p potatoes 0 I 1 should think they would grow good bali bah potatoes oest 1 was the reply A ed conversation ensued all ond tile a mop oil of dark litter parted the lie bush and withdrew quickly as the blue eyes spied d john j in ninny many an all evening john stav saw the he some saine figure peering perrl ng rather watching the growth of ills his potatoes so often lid did lie he see tier her lie he tiri named nied her er his Illo potato tuto girl lie ile only saw tier her in the evening it Is true hut but lie he managed to catch her quite accidentally yet not without purpose one evening and from then on the acquaintance grow she reminded john of someone he hao had once known hut but lie dared not risk tier test lest his be upset summer wilned waned autumn likewise his potatoes had yielded a fairly good crop for it alt faist lt year nevertheless the fart farmers ners wore were just its ia indignant na as ever winter followed a long hard Nv winter Inter spi spring ing came at last john was undecided us tie to whether lie should grow potatoes title year or not ha thoughts wandered back to ills his potato 0 girl irl until lie he finally decided he would raise them bliem for tier sake the pota potatoes nourished again and the potato girl arl reappeared ono one evening he boldly exclaimed it Is lust just a year ago tonight that I 1 first saw you wont you tell TOO me your name with ft a toss of tier her licad head and a leap across the road site she laughingly replied oh potato girl la Is enough for MO me not quite was the sober reply potatoes grow in tile the earth but you dont oh yes they do grow elsewhere came came tile the prompt reply one looked at the other hardly knowing what to say when john relieved rel eved the silence boldly saying it if this was leap year I 1 might think it over but as it to Is it true potatoes grow down deep in your heart too site she was a good runner and consequently john had to chase her around the well several times before he captured tier her for her answer the wedding day was set for me latter part of august yot yet john was not so happy as he would have been it if he had known her right name lift thad had to comfort himself however with the promise to know it the day of the wedding A week before the appointed day she returned to her winter homo home to prepare for lils hla reception jolin john was johnny on the spot the day of the wedding and at an early hour was ushered into the house by a servant lie ile was still just as ignorant as ever as to her name the revelation came when site descended the a to greet him with another leap and a bound this time a race around the house and finally the capture lie he excle lined edith how could you A long s story t 0 ry f followed ol 01 1 0 w e d in w which li i c h E edith d ith toi told lid how h 0 w lie her r i uncle it ie 1 e tin and ap praised ra t s e d b him 1 m for his pluck oil and told her that he was the kind of a man to have these city boys boy 9 said he are no earthly use oin john it Is nil all true she ended 1 I k knew n ea w I 1 could win you back I 1 rm am sorry borry I 1 gave you up before A happier couple could not be found anywhere that day when they re turned to the country a week later a shower of potatoes greeted johns potatoes were one grand success they furnished their home and the farmers around many a time john goes about singing down deep in my heart pota potatoes toem grow for there Is such it a song sang so 96 he be says say copyright 1918 by 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