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THE GARDENERS' CHRONICLE OF AMERICA. 
OFFER TO GROWERS OF NEPHROLEPIS. 
( Continued from page 70) 
N. exaltata (from Porto Rico), bostoniensis (Becker), i'iersoni, 
Piei'soni "improved", elegant issima, elegantissima "improved", 
elegantissima eompaeta. superbissima, muscosa, viridissima, 
"dwarf Boston"; Barrowsi, Wbitmani, Whitman) eompaeta, 
magnitiea, gracillima (?); Amerpohli; Clarki; Smithi; Craigi; 
robusta, Wanamakeri; Seotti; Wagneri; faleata; Anna 
Foster (?). Wm. K. Harris. M. P. Mills, Roosevelt i. Teddy Jr. 
Scholzeli (typical two-pinnate i . Scholzeli (3-pinnate, erect lvd.), 
Scholzeli (3-pinnate, spreading); Giatrasi, New 5Tork; todeoides 
(?). Splendida, Goodi, Verona. 
List 2. Varieties of other special than A", exaltata; 
identification not yet verified : 
X. cordifolia, tuberosa, tuberosa plumosa, pectinata, Duffii, 
rivularis, new species (?), biserrata (davallioides?), biserrata 
furcans, hirsutula, birsutula tripinnatitiila, Qoccigera, acuminata, 
philippinensis. snperba (or Westoni). 
It should he noted that of the varieties named in List 
2, (inly tuberosa plumosa, tuberosa, and biserrata 
( davallioides) furcans, have so far been found to be in 
American trade. Most of the others are varieties re- 
quiring stove treatment, and of trade value only to 
specimen collectors. 
Besides these, other forms to the number of ten or 
fifteen are being grown at the Garden. Some of them 
are possibly of no commercial value, but others are of 
value and are likely to be introduced eventually. The 
latter have been sent to the Garden with the understand- 
ing that they will not be allowed to go out, and the writer 
will be glad to receive new varieties from any dealer on a 
similar understanding, and if requested, to give an 
■opinion as to their values based on a comparison with 
■other forms. 
R. C. Benedict, 
Brooklyn Botanic Garden. 
OUR COVER ILLUSTRATION. 
L'R front cover presents the reproduction of a photo- 
graph showing a bed of Fresias, growing just outside 
the limits of San Francisco, California, and in full flower 
during the month of Februarv. 
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AN AMATEURS' GARDEN PLOTTING. 
(Continued from page 62) 
■of nerve they were, both in their planting and in their 
frequent marches to the cellar. When I saw the man- 
of-all-work instructing the Professor in a new step of 
the turkey trot, just within the cellar doors, suspicion 
born of the garlic episode became stern conviction. That 
night when both had departed, arm in arm, for the vil- 
lage. I took my electric flash lantern and went over to 
the Van Saltyne's estate to inspect their work. 
First damnatory evidence, the broken lock on the wine 
cellar door; second, the mournful corpses of no less than 
twenty quarts of Chateau Margaux, cognac and heavy 
Bordeaux scattered over the cellar floor. Then out to 
the newly planted gardens I went and each little seed 
packet propped on a stick above fresh turned earth came 
under the eye of my searchlight. Ah, sad and vicious 
confusion! Salsify and endive were germinating in the 
hanging porch baskets. 'Whitehead cauliflower was ad- 
vertised to be 'neath the surface of the window boxes 
about the proud front of the Van Saltyne mansion. The 
first green tentacles of Bermuda onions were pushing 
through the soil of the pansv bed ; nasturtiums were 
planted in hills where corn had been last year and tiger 
lilies sported their photograph over the bed that had so 
recently nurtured the lowly tomato. 
"Really, Cedric, it's terribly too bad for the Van 
Saltynes," Genevieve gave her opinion when I had told 
her the result of my night prowling, "but then, our place 
will appear all the more beautiful by contrast." 
My wife always looks on the bright side of every- 
thing. 
I hardly know how to set down the details of the near- 
tragedy that fell upon The Crags a few days after the 
revelation of the Professor's gardening. Perhaps the 
simplest and quickest way will be the best. 
I went to town, of a blithe morning, promising to get 
in touch with a German landscape artist — French had 
been barred — and to order him to work on our place im- 
mediately. Genevieve said she was going to go over the 
aesthetically logarithmic map of the grounds for a last 
inspection ; she was sure it was right, but she wanted to 
be "just absolutely." With a final injunction not to get 
too tangled up with those coefficients and equations, I 
sped for the train. Near noon my office telephone 
buzzed. The voice of Dr. Barkum, the Kittypussy phy- 
sician, summoned me to my home — "Nothing serious; 
but you'd feel better to be with her." 
It was Barkum himself who met me at the door of 
The Crags two hours later. 
"Buck up, man!" he reassured. "The wife's all right. 
Just a little attack of hysteria due to brain fag, I should 
say. She's been calling for you. Says she can't tell 
anyone but you what all the trouble's about." 
Up the stairs in a bound and into Genevieve's bed- 
room. There lay my girl, whitely beautiful, her great 
eyes yearning. In an instant her head was buried in the 
angle of my coat sleeve and she was sobbing brokenly. 
"Oh. Cedric! Cedric! It's all gone! Our — our — oh — 
oh — hob !" 
"What, precious? What's gone?" 
"Our dream — of — of — The Crags b — beautiful !" 
"My dear!" 
She lifted starlike eyes to mine and hurried on breath- 
lessly : 
"Cedric, after you had gone this morning — I — I went 
over the map again — just to be s — sure and — and — oh, 
it is too terrible !" 
"Go on, little girl," I said grimly. "And what?" 
"Why — why, I found I'd made a mistake. I'd d — 
drawn the whole map without counting — counting the 
house, Cedric! I'd plotted a solid half acre of garden 
b — beautiful right — right over the house!" 
For a minute I sat stunned, Genevieve's fingers twin- 
ing in agony through mine. Then calmly I spoke : 
"We'll move the house, then, dearest. I'll buy two 
more lots and we'll put the house over there — then go 
ahead with the garden beautiful. Won't disturb your 
plans the littlest smitch." 
"No — no, Cedric!" This with a little moan, 
through — p — planning. It's all gone — behind us. 
we want now is — a — little grass and — and " 
voice died in her throat. 
Silence for a full minute. Then I bent my head 
to hers and whispered : 
"And a couple little old verbenas, dearie." 
"Yes — yes." Ah. what peace was in her eyes now; 
how like a tired child's her smile! "And maybe a pear 
tree to sit under twenty years from now." 
"One thing more," I put in jauntily, "Whitehead cauli- 
flower in the window boxes — like the Van Saltynes." 
"Yes. Cedric, and — a Congo sleeping lily — in the — the 
— sleeping bag." 
"I'm 
All 
Her 
close 
