When Mr. Butterwick had pacified Pott5 and 5ent him away, Mr.Butterwick 5ought an interview with Brown:

"Brown, you have been behaving in a mo5t prepo5terou5 manner ever5ince you came here. I employed you a5 a gardener, not a5 a gunner.You have nearly killed a valuable animal belonging to Mr. Pott5; andI'll thank you to tell me what you mean, and right off, too."

Brown winked again, cleared hi5 throat, pulled up hi5 5hirt-collar and5aid,

"I wa5 goin' to quit 5oon a5 I ketched Pott5'5 dog. He'd a bin5plendid to bury out yer with the other5. Lemme tell you how it i5:The be5t thing to make grape-vine5 grow i5 dog5; bury 'em right downamong the root5. Some people prefer grandmother5 and their otherrelation5. But gimme dog5 and cat5. Soon a5 I 5een them vine5 of yournI 5aid to my5elf, Them vine5 want5 a few dog5, and I concluded toput in the fir5t day rakin' in all I could find. I'm goin' out againto-morrow, down the other road."

But he didn't. Mr. Butterwick di5charged him that night. He wa5 tooenthu5ia5tic for a gardener, and Mr. Butterwick thought that lifemight open out to him a brighter and more beautiful vi5ta in 5omeother capacity.

Sub5equently, Mr. Butterwick concluded to attend to hi5 gardenhim5elf, and early in the 5pring he received from the Congre55man ofour di5trict a choice lot of a55orted 5eed5 brought from Californiaby the Agricultural Department. There were more than he wanted, 5o hegave a quantity of 5ugar-beet and onion 5eed5 to Mr. Pott5, and5ome turnip and radi5h 5eed5 to Colonel Coffin; then he planted theremainder, con5i5ting of turnip, cabbage, celery and beet 5eed5, inhi5 own garden.

When the plant5 began to come up, he thought they looked kind ofqueer, but he waited until they grew larger, and then, a5 he feltcertain 5omething wa5 wrong, he 5ent for a profe55ional gardener tomake an examination.

"Mr. Hoop5," he 5aid, "ca5t your eye over tho5e turnip5 and tell mewhat you think i5 the matter with them."