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by the common standard. But, my friend, did you 
ever read that ‘man cannot live by bread alone’ ? 
Now, hark you, I have thirteen acres. I will so 
raise the price of these thirteen acres that in fifteen 
years they will be worth more in money than your 
ninety-five acres, and while I will have one-third of 
them to ornament, I will get more income from the 
rest than you will get from your whole farm.”” He 
called on me last fall, and walked about through 
my hedges, shrubbery, gardens, orchards. ‘‘ Wal!” 
he said, “I didn’t conceit you could do it, but you 
did. You’ve the handsomest place in Central 
New York — made out of an old pasture and or- 
chard — and it was pretty shallow soil at that — 
some of it was. You've got it drained; the soil is 
strong and rich. You are making more cash off it 
than we fellows can with big farms. You’ve got all 
the handsomest flowers, and all the new fruits. 
Your railroad track is just the completest lot of 
roadway I ever see. It goes to every part of your 
place with solid bottom. The hedges are splen- 
did. You’ve cultivated the beautiful, and, by 
gosh! you’ve made money at it. How much is yer 
place worth — not less than $25,000, hey? You 
sold off four acres for $5,000 besides. You’ve got 
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