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THE GUIDE TO NATURE.— ADVERTISEMENTS. 



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The Linden as a Shade Tree. 



It is interesting to notice the rapid 

 favor which the linden is gaining as a 

 shade tree, and why. About sixty 

 years ago, several maple, elm, and lin- 

 den trees were set on and near what 

 are now the grounds of Charles H. 

 Lounsbury, on Bedford Street, adjoin- 

 ing the library building. The elms 

 are all gone, and what maples are 

 left are in a somewhat ragged con- 

 dition. But notice the two or three 

 lindens standing sixty to seventy feet 

 high, in perfect health, and with their 

 tens of thousands of blossoms. 



Another fine specimen may be seen 

 directly opposite the front door of St. 

 Andrew's rectory. Several more on 

 Noroton Hill, and at Linden Lodge. 

 One of the finest specimens is on the 

 grounds of Mr. H. Hofer, on the cor- 

 ner of East Main Street and Lockwood 

 Avenue. 



The linden is a rapidly growing tree, 

 is seldom troubled by any pest, and 

 when grown in the open, is perfect in 

 form. Unlike the maple, one almost 



never sees a dead or broken limb. 

 They will stand the wind better even 

 than the elm. These are some of the 

 reasons for the linden's growing popu- 

 laritv. — The Stamford Advocate. 



Breaking It Gently. 



The evening callers were chatting 

 gayly with the Kinterbys when a pat- 

 ter of little feet was heard from the 

 head of the stairs. Mrs. Kinterby 

 raised her hand, warning the others to 

 silence. 



"Hush !" she said softly. "The chil- 

 dren are going to deliver their 'good- 

 night' message. It always gives me a 

 feeling of reverence to hear them — 

 they are so much nearer the Creator 

 than we are, and they speak the love 

 that is in their little hearts never so 

 fullv as when the dark has come. Lis- 

 ten!" 



There was a moment of tense si- 

 lence. Then 



"Mamma," came the message in a 

 shrill whisper, "Willy found a bed- 

 bug!"— The Pathfinder. 



