J36 THE IRRIGATION A GE. 



politics, his fine human qualities have won voted to sell the plant. In all probability 



for him more endearing and enduring dis- tne machinery will be moved away. Ne- 



tinction as one who, in a long and active f tiations a now on with five or z dif- 



. . '. . , , ferent companies. Three years ago the 



business experience in the largest real *s- sug ar beet factory was organized and its 



tate operations, "has never foreclosed a capital of $200,000 was fully paid in. The 



mortgage. Truly a unique and enviable company contracted for a factory costing 



record $300,000 and the purpose was to carry this 



indebtedness until it could be paid for 



A Michigan Among recent press dispatches from th e creation of a sinking fund. The 



Mistake. we clipped the following refer- J rs f fc ^ ear the b( r efc r P J very poor. The 



... ... ., , factory earned in bounty irom the state 



erence to a failure which wouldn t have $20,000, but this was lost, owing to the fact 



occurred in any section of the irrigated that the act was declared unconstitutional, 



west: The second crop of beets proved to be not 



"A report from St. Joseph, Mich-, un- much bett r than the { orme ^ y ear and , th 



der date of March 8, says: 'The Waiver- fa ers refused to replant the beets for a 

 i'ne sugar plant went out of business in 



Benton Harbor today. - At the annual The St. Joseph farmers should study 



meeting of the stockholders today it was irrigation instead of subsidies. 





AN APRIL MORNING. 

 This morning when 1 woke I heard 

 The low, sweet chatter of a bird 

 Beside my window, where so long 

 I've missed tne music of the song 

 That filled last summer with delight, 

 And saw a sudden, arrowy flight 

 A flash of blue that spars and sings, 

 A bit of heaven itself on wings. 



''The blue-bird has come back!'' I cried, 

 And flung the window open wide. 

 I leaned across the mossy sill, 

 And heard the laughing little rill 

 That comes but once a year, and stays 

 Through the brief round of April days r 

 Then, when its banks with bloom are bright, 

 It seems to vanish in a night. 



The old spring gltfdness filled the air, 

 I breathed it, felt it everywhere. 

 How blue the sky was! and a tint 

 Of color that was but a hint 

 Of "green things growing" greeted me 

 Along the willows by the lea, 

 And I could feel, and almost hear, 

 The quickened pulses of the year. 



A warm south wind that seemed a draught 



Of wine the sweetest ever quaffed 



Blew round me, bringing balmy smells 



That made me dream of pimpernels, 



And arbutus blooms in pinewood nooks, 



And gay wake-robins by the brooks, 



And I was happy as the bird 



Whose heart with spring's swift joy was stirred 



Eben R Rexford, in "Home and Flowers." 



