THERE is a story told of an old Scotsman named John Cameron who kept the best vegetable garden in Pittsburgh but who refused to sell produce on Sunday. It seems that General Jackson had stopped in Pittsburgh over the week-end and the landlord of his inn sent to Mr. Cameron on Sunday morning for some fresh vegetables. Cameron refused, and though the landlord came himself and threatened to withdraw his patronage the old man proved obdurate. "Well, let me go into the garden myself, and I will pay you Monday," begged the landlord.
"No!" returned the Scotsman. "It is far better to let General Jackson do without vegetables than to break the Sabbath."
When Cameron was asked, later on, how he managed his hot- beds on Sunday, he answered, "I judge on Saturday night, and raise the sash a little with a corncob for air."
"But were you never mistaken?"
"Oh, yes. One Sabbath morning I knew that frost was coming but I had no right to move the cobs on the Lord's day. The next morning about five hundred dollars worth of plants were frozen." He hesitated for a moment, then went on: "I never spoke of it before; perhaps some would not believe me, but that year I made more money off my garden than any other year of my life."