The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1869-10-23


In an instant another thought struck me,
and [ looked around for Sarah, but she
was up stairs making beds. She came
to the window when Belle was ready to
mount. Mr.. Brooks scarcely noticed
her, but assisted Belle with the greatest
care, paid her compliment on the way
she held the rcins in her tiny, gauntleted
hand, and then they rode away, Bellies
merry laughter floating back on the air.
| went up to our room and tried to
read little, but the scent of roses and
newly cut hay stole through the window,
and the blue birds and robins were sing
ing, so that l was soon glad to lay down
my book, Tor it was better to be quiet
there and receive rest into my soul. 1
heard the bees humming and buzzing
among the flowers, and L wondered if
Sarah was watching them.
Il believe l will go down and study
into the nature Of bees | thought, sud
denly, and on the impulse [ went.
~ QUILL find her right out by the back
door, under the apple trees" said aunt
En-, when [ enquired after Sarah.
So [ went out exploring. L can fairly
see it now, that fine old yard, with its
row of fruit trees. and the little garden
in the corner Under the trees stood the
hives, ten III a row, with the bees coming
and going, full of business and excite
ment. And near by sat Sarah, with her
work in her hand i'll her quiet, contented
way, seeming natural part of the sunny
morning, the bees humming in the sweet
air
TO begin with" l thought to myself,
YOU remind Inc OF Isaac Walton and his
book, where he describes the meek who
inherit the earth. You are inheriting
this fine morning. So far, gray is good.
IAN end Of this bench is all have to
offer you, Miss Bennett" said Sarah
"but won't you set down.
Don't call ne Miss Bennett-Fm IN
Phene," l entreated .'Yes, I'll come
there in minute, but | want to look at
the garden first"
For | delight in oldfashioned gardens,
and this was just after my own heart.
The beds and oldfashioned pinks for bor-
das, that double kind that fall apart, too
fragrant to live. Gilyfowers: double
and single, poppics like great quadruple
roses. amaranths and sbeetles,' = lAarigolds
and pconies, sweet pears and harkspurs,
there were in plenty. and bed Of mig
nonette. Early asters were in bloom,
and the chrysantlaemums were just be-
ginning to bud. Then there was a use
ful bed, all sweet and bitter herbs, and
it seemed SO good. Lavender and sage,
rue and saffron, and dozen stalks of
spicy fennel. | like people who keep
such gardens as that right along from
year to year, they seem to mean SO much
more than snowy city gardens with hired
gardeners. [ pulled a sprig of hearts
ease, and went back to Sarah.
"W hat makes you have to watch the
bees 2" [ asked
"They are just about to swarm" she
said, in a tone that showed her interest,
,:and we have to watch where they 20.
or we may lose them. They may fly to
the woods or any other farm"
Pretty little brown things, amt they"
[ said, after observing them moment
''Yes, indeed. Brown all busted with
bronze. And such busy, cheerful little
creatures. l almost feel as if [ knew
them apart, and [ have names for some
Of them. There's Dot, - she said,
as a tiny bee poised itself for moment
On her arm, and then flew off to the
clover.
"Why, how splendid. I never knew
you could make pets of them - | ex-
claimed. And here you sit these splen-
did days, getting the very heart OF the
summer into your heart, while Belle and
rush from place to place, and get dizzy
md tired, and don't know what we are
about"
"Oh, nor' she said, smiling. "Just
think how much | can get from every
place you go. | went on a journey once
20 the mountains, and | now remember
every hight, every tree, every cloud; and
he very roads we went by, and the
people we met Such different charac-
;ers | felt rich when I came home,
with SO much put safely away in my life
20 think of.
you're regular bee yourself" |
said, as | watched some of the little
winged things flying home with the hon
y they had gathered far away.
'sMy flights were almost like Dots |
hen,' she said and her contented look
struck me more forcibly than ever. 'sHe |
llways goes to the nearest flowers. But |
ioney is sweet, wherever he gets it."
And this is one of Bellies gray people, |
thought, with no sparkle, nothing in
Ter character to take hold of. Why, she
$ as good reading as one of Auerbach's
omances.
''My headache is all gone," said I.
TT is a great deal nicer to be sitting
lere by the bee hives than riding under
he hot sun with Belle and Mr.. Brooks /
don't like the gentleman very well, do
7ou? | think love makes thrce-quarters
# the trouble there is
"Why, no; I think love is the most
'eautiful thing in life" she said earnest
y; but at the same time the color rose
n her face, and she looked slightly un-
asy.
One of Bellies old maids, thought I
gain, as she sits here thinking love one
f the most beautiful things in life
While we were talking, the hum and
uzz Of the bees increased audibly, and
here seemed to be perfect cloud Of
hem issuing from one of the hives and
overing over it. Some of them flew so