Sowing Seeds in Danny

s of Mr. Motherwell's premises may be seen in the agricultural journals, machinery catalog

rs, seeders, disc-harrows-everything that is needed for the seed-time and harvest and all that lies between; a large stone house, square and gray, lonely a

nd the front door, as high as the veranda, weeds f

he common grayness. They seemed out of place in the busy farmyard. Everything else was there for use. Everybody hurried but

n she sent the girl to weed the onions, she had found her blubbering and crying over what looked to Mrs. Motherwell nothing more than weeds. The girl then told her she had brought the seed with her and planted

there was no reason for it in the world, her gettin' more wages than she ever got before, and more'n she was earnin', as I

ler there grew

ht with the ban

with an apologetic swallow, which showed that even generous peopl

fever-you never can depend on them English girls-and when the doctor was outside there in the buggy waitin' for her-he took

twenty-five dollars toward it, the money having been secured in some strange way by the wiles of Purvis Thomas, the collector. Eve

ies on the Tiger Hills, and the joy of being alive swells in the breast of every living thing. The creek, swollen with the July rain, ran full in its narrow

e king of the castle; good-natured ducks puddled contentedly in a trough of dirty water; pigeons, white winged and graceful, circ

, of a man who indulged in suspicious thoughts. He knew everything about his neighbours, good and bad. He might forget the good, but never the evil. The tragedies, the sins, the misdeeds of thirty years ago were as fres

own his errand. Sam b

ing yet? I've a good notion to pull my money out of it

is attention to his prosperous s

bills, and what it costs to run a place like this. I pay every time I go, anyway. There ain't a

r departed e

rised to have the young minister, the Reverend Hugh Grantle

ed in the Lord's work," he said as he handed the money to Sam, whose fi

many people had contradicted the Rev. Hugh Grantley, at least to his face. His voice could be as sweet as th

his gaze, "has given you health of body and mind, sends you rain from heaven, makes his sun to shine upon you, incr

d. "I don't see no need of these fine churches and paid prea

ve your money for the relief of the poor, for hospitals

or me givin' up the money I work hard

sh proceedings. You are a rich man in this world's goods, but your soul is lean and hungry and naked. Selfishness and greed have blinded your eyes. If you could see what a contemptible, good-for-nothing creature you are in God's sight, you would call on the hills to fall on you. Why, man, I'd rather take my chances with the gambler, the felon, the drunkard, than with you. They may have fallen in a momen

" he sputtered, "what do you know about

your hired help and your threshing bills, and all that, because you would be 'sued' if you didn't. There is one d

have a mighty poor way of asking for money-maybe if y

ot ask you for money at all. I gave you back what you did give. No member of our congreg

ys regarded churches as greedy institutions, looking and begging for money from everyone; ministers as parasites on society, living without honest labour, preying on the working man. Sam's favourite story was the old

twenty-five dollars was not picked up every day. But he was

der lock and key. He could not do that without telling his wife where it came from. So he shoved it carelessly into the pocket of the light overcoat t