Show THE rilE FROST COMES When heir hen the Iho sen season on Is normal you hardly notice the Iho first frost You meet a man In the tho morning while you OU are walking down tho the to the cornfield and he lie tells you he saw sav quite a white whilo frost on the gra grass by his garden fence but bul ho lie reckons you OU foll folks s dont don't get et up carl enough in tho the morning to see bee anything before sun And he lie a JolI Jolly chuckle and Jogs jog along You know it is frost time line and you know there is frost in III the tho air All the leaves know It II too loo Th Tho maple has read the tho message c for Cor more mOle than limn a week and the delicate leaves leave dismissing dis missing the Juices that havo have garnIshed garnIshed garnished garn garn- Its Us green all summer summer blush at atthe atthe atthe the virile advances of ot the autumn king The sumac Is a vivid vl red and the leaves are arc gone Only tho the fur tur- clothed berries massed in cones lift IUt like beacons In the tonic air The whole woods now you OU seo them In mass has taken on the lie tone of ot ma ma- Oaks arc are span spangled led with varIcolored varicolored vari van colored I leaves running all aU the gamut amut from sturdy green to crimson And thc they come fluttering down down In Idle restful night flight as If It the they left heft tho the twig tig lovingly yet ct did not dread tread the lie fall You remember that Order Older for Cor a n Picture which Alice Carey has given to the world Rn Say good Painter tell mo no true Has fins your our hand tho tue cunning to draw Shapes Shape things you never saw Aye Ayel Then heres here's an nn order for you ou Woods nods upon un woods and fields of ot corn Lying between them not quite s sere Yet Yel not In the full rull thick leafy leah bloom When hen the lie winds can har hardly l find breathing room Under the ta tassels tassel e II Cat Cattle lie near Biting shorter horter the lie short green reen gra grass grans 8 And Arlit a n hedge of sumac and An And bluebirds twittering all around around- 1 The corn Is ripe for cutting culling and as you la lay your yom left heft arm firmly about Iho ho lull hill and anil sweep your heavy knife through their heir stalks you OU catch the lie rank smell of oC thell growing You tit tie Iho he tops of four Com hills together at the center and prop the tho several stalks stan s against the frail support It grows rows stronger as the weight presses upon it it H and by night there is u n broad avenue a through tho lie cornfield that seems strangely el unfamiliar You have grown accustomed to the forest of or serried green ranks and hero Is the naked ground again Wa Watermelons J know no when the autumn Is coming and by hy the tho time the rising early neighbor finds white fro frost t on the grass glass by his hla garden s all tho the Mountain Sprouts and Red ned Cores are arc ready rendy for the gathering Tho They have lost their novelty now and have ripened faster Caster than the lie folks ColIs have havo consumed consumed them So you ou pick the biggest biggest big big- gest Jest as you OU go hO down to the lie corn cutting cut- cut ting ling In the morning and hide it from the tho sun Bun in tho the heart of or the biggest shock of corn And as the lie hot day burns through the still hours you OU go over there and pull that hat melon meron from the he eh dry rustling blades and sit In iii the wonderful fall silence on the cushion of or sod in the shade thade of the and and split the he green globe Iobe with your corn coin knife You revel in tho the luscious juices of or it U and find the flavor of tho the cool solid meat rather rathel better than han melon has ever been before The hired man tells how he used to lo steal watermelons from his fathers father's patch and then pretend to lie help chase the lie robbers It Is as laughable as if Ir you had never nevel heard it before The evening I is cool again with the tho wide varying of oC temperature on an autumn day clay And the lie cows lie down about the pasture gate as the they walt wait contented for the lie milking There Thero I Ia isa is isa a world of work on the tho farm Carm fore for e everything ripens quickly But hero thero is a R sense of or enrichment of or work well done and of fair fall reward The harvest has been bountiful The season has been good And over the home roof there gathers s as you OU tread back from the tho last of the cutting corn-cutting all the benison of the good Gods God's bount bounty Health and love hove and seemly plenty come with the lie coming coniing of the the frost Crost |