LUTHER BURBANK, THE MAN 
“Say, young feller, ’'ve been watchin’ you a 
long time. You’re allus attendin’ to bizness. 
But a man that kin do what you kin do oughter 
have an easier time than you're havin’. Don’t 
you need a little extry cash once in a while?” 
Greatly interested in such a query from 
such a man, he answered that he could use a 
little additional money now and then,—in fact, 
he knew where he could put a hundred dollars 
that very day, in a place where it would bring 
in a handsome return. 
Pulling out an old wallet, the so-called skin- 
flint counted out two hundred dollars and 
handed them to the astonished nurseryman. 
“No,” as he drove off, “I don’t want no 
note, nor no intrust nuther: when you git 
ready to pay it, all right. G’long, there!” 
The years now rapidly passed. The business 
began to yield more handsomely, and yet 
he was less and less satisfied with the outlook. 
In the midst of the exacting demands of his 
work, he yet found time to devote to experi- 
mentation with new forms of plant life,— 
always before him the supreme purpose of his 
life. Reticent by nature, though never secre- 
tive, he did not talk over his new ideas with 
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