"Why, same as 'taters grows."
"Dear me! Why, those stones can never grow!" said the scientific man. "They have been that way for years and years, and if you were to look at them years hence, they would be just the same size."
At this the farmer actually laughed, and looked at the man of science as though he pitied his ignorance as he exclaimed, "Why, in course they'd be, 'cause they've been taken out o' the earth, and they stops growin' then same as 'taters would."
[FOR KING OR COUNTRY.]
BY JAMES BARNES.
A Story of the Revolution.
CHAPTER XXIV.
A LOYAL TRAITOR.
"How many men have you?" inquired William, as he accompanied the black-bearded man down the road.