Mr. Kellogg:  The barberry—­

Mr. Mahler:  The barberry would be all right, but I prefer the Juneberry and the mulberry and the dogwood, because they come up a little higher.  The barberry is all right.

Mr. Kellogg:  I had barberry, and I dug it all up.

Mr. Maher:  It spread too much?

Mr. Richardson:  I like the Russian mulberry.

Mr. Maher:  Yes, sir.

Mr. Richardson:  Is the mulberry hardy with you?

Mr. Maher:  No, sir.

Mr. Moyer:  The buckthorn makes a very good protection.

Mr. Maher:  Yes, sir.

Mr. Huestis:  How would the golden elder do as a hedge?

Mr. Maher:  It would be a protection, but it is liable to spread too much.

Mr. Huestis:  Do you know whether the mulberry is hardy in Minnesota or not?

Mr. Maher:  I think from here south it is hardy, especially southeast.

Mr. Moyer:  It occurs to me that the Tartarian honeysuckle is about as good as any thing you can plant for birds.  It is perfectly hardy on the prairies and grows up ten or fifteen feet high.

Mr. Maher:  The Tartarian honeysuckle and several varieties of the bush honeysuckles are splendid, and they are hardy and will grow anywhere.

A Member:  Did I understand some one to say that the mulberry was not hardy?

Mr. Maher:  It was stated that it wasn’t hardy in North Dakota.

A Member:  I put mulberry trees in my garden yard that have been bearing mulberries for years and years.

Mr. Maher:  I think the mulberry is hardy from here south and especially southeast.  I don’t think it would grow out on the prairie very far.

Mr. Richardson:  It grows on the prairies southwest of here.

My Color Scheme.

MRS. R. P. BOYINGTON, NEMADJI.

    “Oh, my garden lying whitely in
      The moonlight and the dew,
    With its soft caressing coloring,
      Breathing peace to all who view.”

Our garden color scheme this year was a number of red, white and blue pictures, these pictures being supported, on the different sides, by brilliant, oriental color effects.

The first picture had for its north side the south side of the cottage, which was covered with climbing roses (American Pillars and Crimson Rambler).  A bed of petunias, six feet wide and as long as the cottage, came next, and was separated from about four hundred delphiniums (belladonna) by a walk which was bordered on both sides by a row of candytuft and a row of forget-me-nots, blue as a baby’s eye.  To the south of the delphiniums was a great bank of bridal wreath chrysanthemums, white as the driven snow.

A walk on the east had the same—­candytuft and forget-me-not border.  To the south and west of this picture were irises and Oriental poppies in all the gorgeous coloring of the Orient, with a small space on the west where hundreds of pansies nodded their lovely faces to the stately blue larkspurs.  Are we sure, as has been said, that God forgot to put a soul in flowers?