The Story of the Soil; from the Basis of Absolute Science and Real Life,

Southern home, on a bright November day in 1903. He had just come

and board here for a few days?" he inquired

self the question, while she scanned the face of her visito

said with some embarrassment and hesitation, realizing from

he interrupted; "Johnston is a name we

rom the Wes

toward the inroad fields surrounding the old mansion house. "I am Mrs. West, or at least I used to be. Perhaps t

nd's friends from Richmond,-and from Washington, too, before the sixties; but since then we have grown poor, and of late years we take some summ

de!" sh

enteen entered the h

daughter, Adelaid

. He remembered afterward that they were like her grandmother's, a

nston to the southwest room, and to put a fir

he country hereabout, and particularly of the farm lands; and, if I may leave my suit-case to be sent

he will be home for dinner. He knows the lands all about here an

llowed the private lane to

egard for cowboys. "Anyway," she continued, detecting a shade of disapproval in the gran

the corn belt. Somewhat above the average in size, well proportioned, accustomed to the heaviest farm work, and trained in football a