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SPECIMEX OF SII.ENE AXCULIS. 



green cushion. The garden in which it is is situated 

 five thousand five hundred feet above sea level, and is 



covered witli snow six mit <'l' the tweh'e months. 



A cuorp I 'I .\i riXE PUPPY 



No. 4. Shows a fine i^roup of the real Alpine poppy. 

 papaver alpinum, growing in the same garden, where 

 it has made its home, as in some parts of the Alps it is 

 lost. Across the valley can be seen the edge of the 

 tree life, as it is about this region that one begins to 

 leave the trees behind and comes in contact with the 



"Rose of the Alps," Rhododendra hirsutum. For 

 those who have not seen a field of this plant in fiovver 

 there is a treat in store. 



The -Alpine poppy is a charming little plant, perhaps 

 the smallest of the poppy family. Its nearest relation 

 is the Iceland poppy for habit, while its flowers are not 

 so varied in color. 



Xo. 5. (iives a good view of the summit of the 

 garden, and shows the rockeries full of flowering 

 plants, also the small Chalet, which is a landmark for 

 tourists — either coming up the valley or going down. 

 Overlooking this garden is the snow clad top of the 

 Grand Cambiera Mountain, of some four thousand 

 metres, and beyond that lies Italy ; while within easy 

 walking distance from the garden can be seen a small 

 glacier, also a location that is very rich in .'\lpine flora, 

 as many species such as Androsai glaciolis and others 

 can be found there. 



.\ ROCK i-.AKDKX IX THE ALPS. 



THEN AND NOW. 



"Back in 1894. a farmer bought a farm wagon. It was 

 a good wagon and the farmer took good care of it. The 

 other day the farmer came back to buy another wagon. 



" 'It seems to me,' said the dealer, 'you paid sixty dol- 

 lars for that old wagon, didn't you?' 



" 'That's right.' said the farmer, 'sixty dollars.' 



" "Well, that same kind of a wagon today will cost you 

 seventy-five dollars.' 



" "What !' exclaimed the farmer. He was surprised, 

 and began to object, and then wanted to know the "whys" 

 and the "wherefores" of the rise in prices. 



" "Well.' said the dealer, "the material, like lumber and 

 iron and steel, has gone up in price, wages have advanced, 

 and it costs me more to buy a wagon now. Maybe the 

 tarifif has something to do with it, too.' 



■'At the mention of the word 'tariff' the farmer went 

 straight up in the air. He began to expound against the 

 theory of the whole thing. 



"The dealer let him run along for a while and then 

 asked again, '.Say. when you bought that wagon from me 

 in ninety-four, I think you paid for it in corn, didn't you?' 



" 'Yes — I did,' said the farmer. 



■' 'And let me see. Corn was ten cents a bushel, and 

 vou had to give me six hundred bushels of corn for that 

 wagon, didn't you?' asked the dealer again. 



■^'Yes. I guess I did,' answered the farmer, after re- 

 calling in his own mind that corn was selling at only ten 

 cents a bushel in those days. 



" "I'll tell vou what you do,' said the dealer; "bring me 

 in six hundred bushels of corn to-morrow and I'll give you 

 this wagon — .' 



" "Well. say. hold on — ' began the farmer. The dealer 

 interrupted him in turn. 'Rut that isn't all,' he said. 'In 

 addition to the wagon, I'll let you and your wife go over 

 to the warehouse and pick out a carriage. Then you go 

 and help yourself to the best six-foot self-binder in the 

 shop. And .' 



" 'Here, wait a minute ' started the fanner. 



" 'I'm not through yet,' said the dealer. 



" 'When your wife comes in, I'll let her go to the hard- 

 ware department and pick out one of the best ranges 

 we've got. -And. just for good measure, you tell your 

 wife that she can have enough kitchen utensils to re- 

 furnish her kitchen. Now, I'll give you that — all of that 



for six hundred bushels of corn. In Ninety-four, the 



same amount of corn got you just the wagon. That's a 

 fair proposition, isn't it?" 



The farmer scratclied his head, then dug up his 

 seventv-five dollars for the wagon without saying another 

 word. ' Think it over. Elma Hubbard. 



