. Boone County Recorder . SMen CABINET Never in recent years has therebeen sucn an immense yield of ap-ples in Robertson. It is safe toestimate that fully $250,000 worthof this fruit alone will go towaste in the county. The groundis covered several inches deep inapples in some orchards and thetrees are still hanging full, everybranch being strained to hold itsload of the largest and finest ofapples. In old fields, where seed-ing apple trees are numerous,these trees are also loaded withapples of a superior quality. Myall! but dont we need a rail-road.—Tribune Democrat. * Join the Armya —OF— Don
. Boone County Recorder . SMen CABINET Never in recent years has therebeen sucn an immense yield of ap-ples in Robertson. It is safe toestimate that fully $250,000 worthof this fruit alone will go towaste in the county. The groundis covered several inches deep inapples in some orchards and thetrees are still hanging full, everybranch being strained to hold itsload of the largest and finest ofapples. In old fields, where seed-ing apple trees are numerous,these trees are also loaded withapples of a superior quality. Myall! but dont we need a rail-road.—Tribune Democrat. * Join the Armya —OF— Dont reserve all your boost* for thepo» can a heart b« It seek a lonelier still, S*K-f©rg«ttt«gy-«*eklng; °nlTEmptier cups of love to fill. / — Franco R. What the dickens are you worryingabout? About—about— sobbed^Shes in love with a man I do notapprove of. His name is Hudson. Young Hudson, over at Tipton? Yes. Good for her! Whats wrong withhim?. His eyes are not very wide apart. Neither are Elder Spooners. He has high cheek bones. So had Abraham Lincoln. But—but— Listen, Mrs. Remington, said thedoctor soothingly, I was over at Tip-ton yesterday, and I saw Mr. is building a fine new house. Ithas a room for his mother-in-law—the best In the house. She will havea brass bed, a mahogany bureau, aWilton carpet and a long mirror. Shewill have a patent rocking chairand— Mother, Mr. Hudson Is here! an-nounced Lucy from the doorway. Good! chuckled the doctor as heTimdH his way outi A little later the mother wipedaway her tears and got up and dressedherself. She felt herself no longerin the valley of the shadow of she appeared In the parlor rose up and began: Mrs. Remington, I have come overto
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