When Elnora turned toward the gate of her home Philip Ammon stopped, took a long look at the big hewed log cabin, the vines which clambered over it, the flower garden ablaze with beds of bright bloom interspersed with strawberries and tomatoes, the trees of the forest rising north and west like a green wall and exclaimed: "How beautiful!" Mrs.Comstock was pleased.

"If you think that," she said, "perhaps you will understand how, in all this present-day rush to be modern, I have preferred to remain as I began.

My husband and I took up this land, and enough trees to build the cabin, stable, and outbuildings are nearly all we ever cut.

Of course, if he had lived, I suppose we should have kept up with our neighbours.

I hear considerable about the value of the land, the trees which are on it, and the oil which is supposed to be under it, but as yet I haven't brought myself to change anything.