ANSWERS TO PUZZLED GARDENERS

Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 188, 29 October 1927, Page 26 (Supplement)

ANSWERS TO PUZZLED GARDENERS

Curious. —From the look of the buds submitted to me I should think that at some time a sprig of another tree had been grafted on to it. Failing this, does the branch that bears these pods extend below the graft? This sometimes happens and all shapes of fruit are produced. However, I will be interested to hear later what these pods develop. Gardener.—Paris green can be obtained from any of the seedsmen advertising on this page. I do not understand your inability to procure this material as it is used daily by many practical gardeners. Amateur.—Your vines may be manured with Potash 2oz per square yard

used dry and forked in. Superphos- ; phate, 1 oz per gallon of water, should be supplied every 10 days. Certainly the fruit bunches should be thinned taking the berries which proceed directly from the axis. Then each ramification should be inspected and the berries thinned out where too thick. Better to have fewer and good than plenty and indifferent. Re Sweet Peas: These will probably* appear after last rain. Soak seed only if the weather is dry. This softens the shell and the seed bursts quicker.

current of disconcerting thoughts. Louise met him at the station, and he fancied that her expression, too, although she welcomed him gaily enough, was a little anxious. “Well?” she asked, as she took his arm and led him to where her motorI car was waiting. “What did that terrible brother of yours say?” “Stephen wasn’t pleased, of course. He hates women like poison, and he always will. That is because he doesn’t know very much about them, and because he will insist upon dwelling upon certain unhappy incidents of I our family history.” “I shall never forget the morning he came to call on me,” Louise sighed. “He threatened all sorts of terrible things if I did not give you up.” “Why didn’t you tell me about it?” John asked. “I thought it might worry you.” she replied, “and it couldn’t do any good. He believed he was doing his duty. John, you are sure about yourself, aren’t you?” “Come and have tea with me in my

rooms, and I’ll tell you,” he laughed. “Just what I’d planned to do,” she assented, with a sigh of content. “It's too late to go home and get back to j the theatre comfortably.”

‘The theatre!” John murmured, a few j minutes later, when they were seated ■ in his comfortable little sitting-room

and he had ordered tea. “Do JW know that I grudge those three or four hours of your day?” “I believe I do, too.” she admitted, “and yet a little while ago it was my only pleasure in life. Don’t sit over there, please! You are much too Bf away. Closer still! Let me feel yotf arms. You are strong ard brav*aren’t you, John? You would not kanyone take me away from you. He was a little startled bv earnestness of her words. She seemw pale and fragile, her eyes. larger deeper than usual, and her mourn tremulous. She was like a c the shadow of some fear hanging ® her. He laughed and held her tis» . to him. “There is nothing that could you away—you know that quite There is nobody in the world ! you need fear for a single momentI vou have troubles, lam here to an | them. If you have enemies,, you I leave me to dispose of them. • I think,” she murmured, -thaw in an emotional frame of mind to- j I am not often like this, you KJJ • woke this morning feeling so JT r t and then, all of a sudden, I i somehow believe in it—in m. tg. felt it slip away. You wont let away, John?” . ror“Never a chancel'' he r r °au«“_ j.-. fidently. “Look at me. 1 a person to be easily got rid ° jt you need is a holiday, and Y° badly. We haven't made any r yet. have we? 1 wonder whetr.er could break your contract theatre ?” ...... aiii “We must talk to Graillot, sw “Have you told any of y°y r , f yet. Louise —the prince, for l "™ jj, He had asked this question ® l l way across the room to ring t There was no reply, and when n ! around, a moment or two later, | almost frightened. Louise t« quite still, but the colour c het&have been draired from her Her eyes were fiilled with some sion which he did not whclh „ stand. He only knew that ’L ro calling him to her side, and he obeyed the summons. ““ upon his shoulder, her arms locked about his neck. Icn"' “John,” she sobbed, “I a ° aot i i» what is the matter " -ltb " hysterical. Don’t ask me an lilce yo» Dont' talk to me. Hold me • you. are doing now, and listen. 0 vo u John —do you understand. V Her lips sought his »”'> them. A queer httie waxe K^ry--1 seemed to have seized her. faring. half-laughing, she pressed to' to his. “I do not want to „ night. I do not want to P- a >l in tt* the most wonderful asiai ®£. lh s world. I do not want at tW| with many hundreds of P^P 1 j was‘ hateful reception 1 you!" j nothing else in the world but yo 1 (To be continued).