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We visited the big Avery apple orchard some seven miles east of town Sunday afternoon. Notwithstanding, apple picking had been going on for about three weeks and many of the trees were stripped of the earlier varieties, it was a scene seldom if ever to be seen in central Kansas. Scores of large trees contained hundreds of bushels of big red apples, many of the limbs pressed to the ground with their burdens of lovely fruit. Every branch and twig carried all it could hold, not ordinary apples, but particularly all of them big, rosy and luscious, delighting the eye with a vision of abundance never surpassed in all this year. We found Mr. A. S. Avery showing an old friend, Mr. Chapel, the orchard, both being expert orchardists from their youth, and they had much to talk about. There are eight acres in the orchard and it has been estimated that no less than 2,500 bushels is the product this year. Mr. and Mrs. W. H. Mor