﻿March, 
  1907 
  

  

  AMERICAN 
  HOMES 
  AND 
  GARDENS 
  

  

  119 
  

  

  Spraying^Odorless 
  Violets 
  with 
  Artificial 
  Scent 
  

  

  The 
  Flower 
  Doctor's 
  Implements 
  

  

  been 
  stimulated 
  to 
  hold 
  up 
  their 
  heads 
  a 
  while 
  longer 
  by 
  

   clever 
  treatment. 
  Although 
  methods 
  vary 
  slightly 
  they 
  

   mostly 
  consist 
  in 
  placing 
  the 
  stems 
  of 
  the 
  flowers 
  in 
  very 
  hot 
  

   water 
  for 
  five 
  minutes, 
  and 
  then 
  putting 
  them 
  in 
  a 
  cool, 
  dark 
  

   cupboard 
  for 
  an 
  hour 
  or 
  so. 
  Just 
  before 
  the 
  blossoms 
  are 
  

   placed 
  on 
  the 
  display 
  counter 
  it 
  is 
  not 
  an 
  unusual 
  practice 
  to 
  

   spray 
  them 
  over 
  with 
  clear 
  spring 
  water. 
  This 
  produces 
  a 
  

  

  delightful 
  effect 
  of 
  glistening 
  dew 
  drops 
  on 
  petal 
  and 
  leaf, 
  

   which 
  is 
  bound 
  to 
  make 
  the 
  show 
  pleasant 
  and 
  attractive 
  in 
  

   the 
  eyes 
  of 
  would 
  be 
  buyers. 
  After 
  all 
  it 
  must 
  be 
  admitted 
  

   that 
  the 
  flower 
  doctor 
  does 
  very 
  much 
  to 
  assist 
  in 
  the 
  meeting 
  

   of 
  the 
  great 
  demand 
  for 
  blossoms, 
  which 
  it 
  is 
  safe 
  to 
  say, 
  is 
  

   one 
  of 
  the 
  best 
  desires 
  which 
  the 
  public 
  has 
  evidenced 
  for 
  a 
  

   long 
  time. 
  

  

  The 
  Lure 
  of 
  the 
  Trail 
  

  

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  filled 
  with 
  tender 
  buds, 
  and 
  note 
  its 
  scarred 
  appearance 
  from 
  

   successive 
  battles 
  with 
  the 
  storm. 
  He 
  may 
  even 
  read 
  the 
  

   message 
  which 
  it 
  brings, 
  for 
  this 
  tree 
  is 
  never 
  found 
  below 
  

   6,000 
  feet 
  sea 
  level; 
  but 
  long 
  before 
  this 
  the 
  intrepid 
  climber 
  

   has 
  been 
  told 
  how 
  high 
  he 
  was 
  from 
  the 
  kind 
  of 
  vegetation 
  

   on 
  his 
  pathway. 
  

  

  Are 
  there 
  not 
  charms 
  in 
  this? 
  Yet 
  these 
  are 
  but 
  glimpses 
  

   of 
  the 
  pleasures 
  that 
  await 
  him 
  "who 
  climbs 
  the 
  mountains 
  

   to 
  get 
  their 
  good 
  tidings." 
  To 
  stand 
  in 
  the 
  valley 
  and 
  hear 
  

   the 
  guide 
  say, 
  "On 
  that 
  mountain 
  side 
  are 
  acres 
  of 
  meadows 
  

   on 
  which 
  are 
  white 
  mountain 
  goats, 
  deer, 
  bear, 
  and 
  other 
  

   animals; 
  in 
  another 
  place 
  are 
  great 
  beds 
  of 
  blue 
  forget-me- 
  

   nots; 
  all 
  along 
  the 
  trail 
  are 
  rhododendrons, 
  bluebells, 
  gen- 
  

   tian, 
  and 
  foxglove. 
  Shall 
  I 
  take 
  you 
  to 
  it?" 
  requires 
  no 
  

   answer. 
  Early 
  the 
  next 
  morning 
  your 
  feet 
  brush 
  aside 
  the 
  

  

  dews 
  of 
  dawn 
  on 
  the 
  start 
  for 
  the 
  trail, 
  that 
  zigzags 
  across 
  

   the 
  towering 
  monarch's 
  sides. 
  A 
  thousand 
  beauties 
  of 
  Nature 
  

   beyond 
  power 
  of 
  imagination 
  await. 
  Perhaps 
  the 
  summit 
  is 
  

   reached 
  by 
  noon, 
  and 
  rest 
  and 
  luncheon 
  taken 
  in 
  the 
  shade 
  

   beside 
  some 
  cooling 
  stream, 
  or 
  days 
  may 
  be 
  spent 
  in 
  pene- 
  

   trating 
  mountain 
  fastnesses, 
  in 
  viewing 
  splendid 
  ice 
  work, 
  

   chambered 
  caves, 
  crossing 
  roaring 
  mountain 
  streams, 
  skirting 
  

   emerald-hued 
  lakes, 
  gazing 
  over 
  the 
  brink 
  of 
  yawning 
  canons. 
  

   No 
  one 
  will 
  ever 
  begrudge 
  the 
  time 
  given 
  to 
  the 
  trail. 
  It 
  is 
  

   lifelong 
  refreshment 
  to 
  the 
  one 
  who 
  follows 
  it, 
  whether 
  it 
  be 
  

   so 
  tortuous 
  that 
  guides 
  and 
  ropes 
  afe 
  necessary, 
  or 
  the 
  easy 
  

   pathway 
  of 
  some 
  lower 
  hill. 
  Sparkling 
  fall, 
  flower 
  bedecked 
  

   meadow, 
  all 
  Nature's 
  plentitudes 
  are 
  here, 
  and 
  man 
  has 
  but 
  

   to 
  open 
  his 
  heart 
  for 
  their 
  transcendent 
  glories 
  to 
  sink 
  into 
  

   his 
  soul. 
  

  

  