Mr. C. E. Barnes, in an admirable address recently given before the Summitt County (Ohio) Horticultural Society, draws a proper distinction between the cheat and the fair dealer among tree pedlars. In regard to the frauds, he makes the same point we have always done, that it is no use to try to help a man who does not read the papers. It may, however, serve a good purpose to note just how our ignorant neighbors are cheated. We may laugh at them, as the cost does not come from our pockets.

" Yet I would not have the tree agent entirely wiped out of existence, because he is sometimes a blessing. Many are indebted to his importunities for much of the fine fruit that they have. The wily tree agent who knows no law but to sell, makes his raids upon those who do not attend horticultural meetings or take horticultural papers. The victim believing himself to be invincible, takes a look at the highly colored pictures of fine fruit; a huge cluster of grapes - covering an entire page - makes his mouth water. It is pronounced a new thing, the best out. sure to grow, bears immense crops every time; price only $2; dog cheap. After a little hesitation the order is given. This process continues until he has subscribed for a half dozen peach trees, a pear tree, a few early apples, several cherries, a quince bush, two cur-culio proof plum trees that are warranted to bear tremendous crops every year, a dozen Lawton blackberries, a Siberian crab-apple tree, which was put in at two-thirds regular price to make even change. To guard against any remonstrances from the female portion of the household before the fatal signature is made, a rose-bush with along name is gratuitously thrown in.

The transaction finished, nothing more is thought about it until a notice is received by mail that the goods will be on a certain day at a certain station and at this time and place his presence is demanded with a given amount of cash, and that there will be no delays on account of the weather. At the appointed time he breaks up his team, perhaps on a nice day in April or May, when he is in a great hurry to get his ploughing along, just to go altera small bill of trees. With maledictions in his heart, vowing that the next tree pedlar that comes upon his premises shall meet his reward in this world, he arrives at the station, where he finds a small bustling crowd and an atmosphere charged with horticultural electricity. He exchanges greeting with a neighbor who is in the same predicament as himself, meets the urbane tree agent who grasps him by the hand, enquires after his family's nealth, prognosticates a bountiful harvest, receives his pay, hands over the goods; with a parting benediction, sends him home rejoicing.

What are the results?"