A WOMAN^S HARDY GARDEN 



the poor. Sometimes they are only a Gera- 

 nium or two, or the gay Petunia. Often a 

 tall Sun-flower, or a Tomato plant red with 

 fruit. These efforts tell of the love for the 

 growing things, and of the care that makes 

 them live and blossom against all odds. 

 One feels a thrill of sympathy with tlie 

 owners of the plants, and wishes that some 

 day their lot may be cast in happier places, 

 where they too may have gardens to tend. 



It has always seemed to me that the punish- 

 ment of the first gardener and his wife was the 

 bitterest of all. To have lived always in a 

 garden "where grew every tree pleasant to the 

 sight and good for food," to have known no 

 other place, and then to have been driven forth 

 into the gi^eat world without hope of returning! 

 Oh! Eve, had you not desired wisdom, your 

 happy children might still be tiUing the soil of 

 that blessed Eden. The first woman longed 

 for knowledge, as do her daughters of to-day. 

 When the serpent said that eating of the for- 

 bidden fruit would make them "as gods," what 



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