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but she must abdicate in favor of this new rival. Fifty years ago therft 

 were but few peonies, now we have 2,000 named sorts and others are 

 being added every year. Here at our experiment station from thousands 

 of seedlings we have i)rodueed thirty new sorts of great beauty. 



While the rose has its thorns it is also attacked by disease and insects, 

 whereas the i)eony is comparatively free. It is an hardy as horseradish 

 and pieplant. It grows in Manitoba without winter protection and blooms 

 beautifully. It is very fragrant. Over a field of these peonies there will 

 float billows of delicious perfume and in blooming time it would seem 

 that each plant was making its toilet with as great care as a bride pre- 

 pares for her nuptials. Some of the newer sorts are of exquisite 

 loveliness. 



La Tulipe with its beautiful veinings is a queenly flower, sitting as 

 if in a chalice of marble, emitting a delightful perfume. 



Baroness Schroder is as sweet as the rose, so fluffy, ethereal and 

 sprite-like it seems as if it might float away. 



Festive Maxima is a majestic flower of purest white with the center 

 sprinkled with carmine. 



Mons Dupont is much like it only later. The flower is a better keeper 

 and it is an annual and prolific bloomer. 



Golden Harvest seldoms fails to cover herself with a mantle of 

 splendor. 



Felix Crousse, Villa d'Nancy and Plutarch are deep purplish red, re- 

 splendent in beauty. 



For pinks you have L'Esperance, Madam Geisler, Mone Jule Elie and 

 a host of others. 



These are best planted in September, when they immediately com- 

 mence taking root. Any time in the fall will answer or early in the 

 spring. 



BEAUTY IS WEALTH. 



You go East among the estates of the millionaires and you find much 

 attention paid to adorning their grounds. The Honnewell estate of 

 Wellesly, Mass., and the Terry estate of Matheun are illustrations. 



Take two farms. One has a dilapidated front yard, a sort of hospital 

 for broken down machinery and perhaps for sick pigs. Compare this 

 with the beautiful park like grounds of another farm. Suppose an up- 

 to-date man wants a home. He would pay nearly twice as much for the 

 one as he would for the other, because beauty is wealth. 



The farmer, much as he would ignore it, down in his heart loves the 

 beautiful. He married the best looking girl he could find. He wants a 

 handsome team. His fine colts and calves are his delight, and his pigs, 

 what beauties! Fat and plump with those fashionable twists to their 

 tails. Why can't he do justice to himself and satisfy the cravings of his 

 wife and fix up? He has richer land than the Boston suburbanite. I have 

 known the latter to pay $10 a cord for manure and then haul it ten 



