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V ERY striking is the way American 
Agriculturist readers responded to 
our request for suggestions to the girl 
with a bookcase and five dollars to spend 
for books. As I read over a great sheaf 
of letters full of good suggestions, I could 
not help wishing that the girl who started 
the subject might read them all also. 
Although a few men sent in their sug¬ 
gestions, most of the answers came from 
women and when one remembers the 
round of hard work in the life of the 
average farm woman one wonders at the 
number who find, or make, time to read. 
And one is again convinced, as by many 
personal experiences, that for genuine 
rest, combined with mental stimulus, 
there is nothing so efficacious as to sit 
down and read a good book. 
Classics Still Important 
It is interesting to notice how many of 
these modern readers recommend as a 
permanent investment the real classics 
and the books of a generation or so ago. 
The Bible, Shakespeare’s plays in separ¬ 
ate volumes, Ivanhoe, Cooper s Last of 
the Mohicans, The Tale of Tieo Cities, 
David Copperfield, are still steady favor¬ 
ites, as are others of the same periods. 
Very few writers fail to include that 
perennial favorite, dear old fden^ Hur, 
our childhood’s joy and still going 
strong.” Little Women is still after many 
years one of the books which no library 
should be without. So are Uncle Tom’s 
Cabin, The Three Musketeers, and tried 
and tested Lorna Doone. It is good to see 
that the abounding froth on the waves of 
literary output does not drown interest 
in the old familiar volumes. 
Some absorbing historical novels are 
mentioned: The Conquer er, by Gertrude 
Atherton, really a life of Alexander Hamil¬ 
ton, is recommended by Nettie F. Thomas 
of Halifax, Mass., and also in an excellent 
letter with no signature from Annville, 
Pa. Churchill’s The Crisis, by Mrs. 
Isadore Hinkley of Nicholson, Pa., and 
others. Only one writer, Mrs. Hubert 
S. Fleeger of Chicora, Pa., speaks of that 
thrilling romance of love and adventure, 
To Have and To Hold, by Mary Johnston, 
worthy to be ranked with Scott s Quentin 
Durward, but several mention Stevenson s 
glorious yarn of adventure. Treasure 
Island, ill the letter with no signature is 
also mentioned a peculiarly fascinating 
love story of a generation ago, The First 
Violin, bv Jessie Fothergill, with its 
delightful glimpses of the musical life 
and the simple, friendly atmosphere of 
the Germany that used to be. Another 
strikingly interesting book suggested 
but once, by Mrs. Harry Hollenbeck of 
Munnsville, N. Y., is Ramona, by Helen 
Hunt Jackson, a story of Indian life 
worthy of a place in any American library. 
Biographies Hold Their Own 
Gene Stratton-Porter’s The White Flag 
is very popular, as are the Zane Grey 
stories. Roosevelt’s Letters to His Chil¬ 
dren is a good suggestion from Raymond 
Ackerly, Grahamsville, N. Y. Papini’s 
Life of Christ and Strachey’s Queen 
Victoria are the only biographies sug¬ 
gested. Eleanor G. Bissell of Lancaster, 
N. Y., suggests the Autobiography of 
Benvenuto Cellini and Mrs. W. V. Sea¬ 
man of Washingtonville, N. Y., The 
Americanization of Edward Bole. Strange¬ 
ly, no one mentions A Son of the Middle 
Border, by Hamlin Garland, an auto¬ 
biography widely popular among those 
interested in the vanishing phases of 
American life. 
Good suggestions are to frequent, if 
possible, second-hand bookshops and to 
study catalogues from the standard mail 
order houses and city department stores. 
Many writers just put down the names 
of their favorite books, often in a long 
list, neglecting to specify prices or to 
make the list conform to the five-dollar 
limit, and so their letters scarcely come 
within the conditions of the contest. 
After careful consideration I decided 
that the best letter is that of Emma J. 
Davis of Boonville, N. Y. I am sending 
her a copy of Rolling Acres and one of A 
Virginia Scout, and print her letter in 
this issue. The difficulty of deciding on 
the second prize is so great that I’m giv¬ 
ing myself the pleasure of sending books 
to several contestants: Mrs. W. V. Sea¬ 
man, Washington ville, N. Y.; Mrs. 
Walter Robinson, Constable, N. Y.; 
Mrs. Hubert S. Fleeger, Chicora, Pa.; 
Mrs. Isadore Hinkley, Nicholson, Pa.; 
Mrs. H. F. Hollenbeck, Huntsville, N. Y., 
and Earl Granger Feint, Dryden, N. Y. 
Read Miss Davis’s letter and see 
whether you agree with her suggestions. 
himself up and to walk and to devise J 
games with his playthings. 
“Already he has learned one of the 
great lessohs of life. When he wants a 
thing he goes after it himself. That’s 
what brings out his capability. That’s 
what makes him resourceful and self- 
confident. Take time to give him needful 
care and training. But never worry be¬ 
cause lie must do his own ‘joggling.’ 
Alice Margaret Ashton. 
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The First Prize Letter 
Dear Aunt Janet: 
The young girl with $5 to start a library 
recalled strongly my own book-starved 
youth, and sent my memory back over 
the various books that have enthralled 
me at different times. 
When about fifteen, chance threw in my 
way, “Jane Eyre,” and I devoured it with 
delight. Had I been asked my own name 
suddenly while in the midst of it, very 
likely 1 would have answered “Jane 
Eyre,” so completely had I lost my iden¬ 
tity in that of the heroine. This interest 
led me to read Miss Bronte’s other books, 
also her biography. Years later I read 
“Henry Esmond” and still later “Lorna 
Doone” with the same absorbing delight. 
These two books not only gave me great 
pleasure but opened a new field to my 
vision—England in the time of the 
Stuarts—and led to the making of a 
multitude of book friends. 
For a genuine booklover, fine bindings 
are not essential; all that is necessary is 
clear print and strong binding. For the 
library I would suggest “Jane Eyre,” 
“Henry Esmond” and “Lorna Doone.” 
These are all great love stories that age 
cannot wither nor custom stale. For the 
poetry shelf “The Golden Treasury of 
American Songs and Lyrics,” edited by 
Frederic Lawrence Knowles and published 
by L. C. Page & Company of Boston. 
In popular editions these are not expen¬ 
sive. For the new novel “The White 
Flag” by Gene Stratton-Porter.— Emma 
J. Davis, Boonville, N. Y. 
He Does It Himself 
“IT seems like a discrepancy,” puzzled 
1 the young mother. “I’ve often 
heard that a goodly percentage of the 
successful people of the world come from 
‘the land.’” * 
“That is what they claim,” agreed the 
family doctor. 
“But the importance of right training 
is so much emphasized. And surely no 
mother has less time to devote to her 
child than the average farm-mother.” 
“It’s a pity,” said the old doctor feel¬ 
ingly, “when any mother has not time to 
enjoy her children. But look here, young 
lady, don’t you go worrying about this 
husky young fellow!” 
“Oh, he isn’t actually neglected,” cried 
the mother, holding her rosy baby a little 
closer. “He gets fed and bathed prop¬ 
erly. And I keep him out of doors all 
lean. But beyond that—” 
“Let me tell you,” interrupted the 
doctor kindly, “why this boy will de¬ 
velop all the good there is in him.” 
The Left Alone Baby 
“Nobody has ever, to his recollection, 
jogged his carriage or repeatedly picked 
up his playthings or rushed to pick him 
up because he stirred in bed—his mother 
is too busy for that kind of attention. 
So this enterprising young man has 
started in already to do his own ‘jog¬ 
gling.’ Left to himself on his soft, clean 
rug, he has learned to kick and crawl. 
As necessity demanded he learned to pull 
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(Continued from page 327) 
dangers—why don’t ’ee up an’ ax ’er, 
Peter? ” 
“She’d laugh at me. Ancient.” 
“Not she.” 
“Besides, she hardly knows me!” 
The Ancient took out his snuff-box and 
gave two loud double knocks upon the lid. 
“A woman knows a man sooner than 
a man knows a woman—ah, a sight 
sooner!” Here he extracted a pinch of 
snuff. “As for Prudence—she loves 'ee 
wi’ all ’er ’eart an’ soul!” 
“Prudence?” said I, staring. 
“She’m a ’andsome lass, an’ so pretty 
as a picter—you said so yourself, an’ 
what’s more, she’m a sensible lass, an’ 11 
make ye as fine a wife as ever was if 
only—” 
“If only she loved me, Ancient.” 
“To be sure, Peter.” 
“But, you see, she doesn’t.” 
“Peter—ye’re jokin’.” 
“No, Ancient.” 
“But I—I be all took aback—not 
love ye?” 
“Certainly.” 
“But I—I’d set my ’eart on it, Peter.” 
“It is very unfortunate!” said I, and 
began blowing up the fire. 
“Peter'” 
“Yes, Ancient.” 
“Do ’ee love she?” 
“No, Ancient.” The old man rose, 
and, hobbling forward, tapped me upon 
the breast with the handle of his stick. 
“Then who was you a-talkin’ of, a while 
back—’bout ’er eyes, an’ ’er ’air, an’ ’er 
dress, an’ bein’ afraid o’ them?” 
“To be exact, I don't know, Ancient." 
“Oh, Peter!” exclaimed the old man, 
shaking his head, “I wonders at ye; arter 
me a-thinkin’ an' a-plannin all these 
months—arter me a-sendin’ Black Jarge 
about ’is business—” 
“Ancient, what do you mean?” 
“Why, didn’t I out an' tell un as you 
was sweet on Prue—” 
“Did you tell him that?” I cried. 
“Ay, to be sure I did; an' what’s more, 
‘Jarge,’ I’d say, ‘Prue’s a lovely maid, an' 
Peter’s a fine young chap, an’ the’m 
beginnin’ to find each other out, they be 
all’us a-talkin’ to each other an’ a-lookin' 
at each other, mornin’, noon an’ night!' 
I says; an’ Jarge ’ud just wrinkle up 'is 
brows, an’ walk away, an’ never say 
a word. But now—it be tur’ble ’ard to 
be disapp’inted like this, Peter—arter 
I’d set my ’eart on it—an’ me such a old 
man—such a very ancient man. Oh. 
Peter! you be full o’ disapp'intments, an' 
all manner o’ contrariness; sometimes I 
I a’most wishes as I’d never took the 
trouble to find ye at all!” 
And the old man sighed, and turned his 
back upon me, and tottered out of the | 
forge. (To be continued) 
WHAT HAS HAPPENED SO FAR 
B LACK GEORGE has fought with 
Peter, despite the latter’s determi¬ 
nation to remain friends. He cannot 
understand the blacksmith’s anger. 
Charmian, the mysterious beauty 
whom Peter has sheltered when pur¬ 
sued by his villainous cousin. Sir Mau¬ 
rice Vibart, finds him unconscious after 
the fight. Light headed, Peter betrays 
the fact that he has heard her grief 
over him and also that he has been of¬ 
fered money to tell where she is hiding. 
Not realizing his condition, Charmian 
is frightened and flees, and Peter, 
pursuing, meets her as she is leaving 
the cottage. 
