. St. Nicholas [serial]. THEY WERE IMMEDIATELY SURROUNDED BY AN EAGER GROUPTALKING AND BARKING over; hes going to live with us and go to collegetoo! Good! exclaimed Jim, heartily; what elsedid you get out of that unromatic sea-chest? Unromantic indeed! retorted Joan, it turnedout that several of the books were really very oldand valuable, and Aunt Abby is going to sell themand give me the money for college. She insiststhat everything I can get out of the sea-chest isto be mine. But the best thing of all is beinghome in time to begin college with you. Oh, say is you deserve all the good luck th
. St. Nicholas [serial]. THEY WERE IMMEDIATELY SURROUNDED BY AN EAGER GROUPTALKING AND BARKING over; hes going to live with us and go to collegetoo! Good! exclaimed Jim, heartily; what elsedid you get out of that unromatic sea-chest? Unromantic indeed! retorted Joan, it turnedout that several of the books were really very oldand valuable, and Aunt Abby is going to sell themand give me the money for college. She insiststhat everything I can get out of the sea-chest isto be mine. But the best thing of all is beinghome in time to begin college with you. Oh, say is you deserve all the good luck thats comingto you. Joan squeezed his arm and, with happy eyes,she looked up and chanted: A girl named JoanHad a brother named Jim— She paused, and Jim, with scarcely a momentshesitation, added Who said that his sisterWas good enough for him!. By MARY R. PARKMAN Author of Heroes of To-day, Heroines of Service, etc. It is strange that after all the years that havepassed over the world since men began to plantwheat they still gather in the harvests slowly andpainfully by hand—much as theydid in Bible times, said a hard-working Virginia farmer one was speaking aloud a thoughtthat had come to him more thanonce, and for Robert McCormickto think meant to act. He couldthink even when he was swinginga heavy cradle under a July sun,when most harvesters were con-scious of nothing but aching backsand addled brains. And in a logworkshop that stood near the farm-house, he worked away on everyrainy day as industriously as everhe made hay when the sun shone. Here therewas a forge, an anvil, and a carpenters bench, andhere he put together much of the furniture thatmade the home comfortable, as well as tools andmachines for making the farm work easier. It will, perhaps, be a farmer who invents somebetter way of getting in the wheat
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