The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1875-09-02

off; but that isn't the way it did. Silas,
the elder, was very comfortably bundled
up for so warm day, and he had his
suit well arranged, only he forgot to tie
strings around the bottoms of his pants
legs.
The bees had settled on the limbs of
peach tree, and Silas, when table and
white cloth and hive were all ready,
commanded
CHOW, George, grab that old rusty
saw and chmb;I guess you can cut that
small limb off easy enough
George was just home from six
months term of school, and he felt
great tenderness for his father, and
would have gone through patch of
thistles barefoot to please the old gent,
and yet he had particular dread for
the ssbusiness end of a bee, and par
ticularly of such crowd of them. But
he obeyed, and began to fiddle away
cautiously upon the particular limb.
One little bunch of bees dropped off and
we're Gagged; another, and another small
bunch dropped, and the prospect
seemed good, when suddenly an old
honey maker, who had been In the bust
ness before, scared upward. George
shut up one eye quick, gave one terrific
surge on the old rusty saw, got out of
that tree at one Jump, and his anxious
mother caught one glimpse of him as he
flew around the corner OF the barn
twenty rods away.
| But poor old Silas The bees came
down, and he thought the bunch as big
as a haystack now They did not go
into the hive, but they went through
his overcoat and bedquilt as if these had
been only mosquito bars, and they
climbed up the inside Of his pants legs, and
the old gent danced as he never danced
before; and he slapped his legs as he
never allowed anyone else to slap them,
and his voice lowered nigh above the
clatter of the tin pans and the shrieks OF
little Silas as he yelled:
"ThrOw water on me throw water OF
me soak me, wet me down
He rolled three or four times over in
the grass, and sprang up, shouting
"Slap mel slap me! Can't you SLAP
me?" in the midst of which little. Silas
crept up behind his Infatuated papa and
dealt him lively one with single
but poor little Silas landed the mex
second against the milk house, for bis
pa took him and his single for thou
sand bees, and gently brushed them off
| O, the agony of that three minutes
Jig He appealed to his wife.
i Matilda, for heavens sake, bring nj
another pair of breaches, won't you !"
But these things don't last always
any more than any other happiness, an(
after few minutes the old gent cam
Tipping out of the cellar with the breeche
on that Matilda brought him, feelin.
much easier, but certainly much fatigueC
just as George got back from the barn
and the boy with the queer name shppe1
around the corner Of the house. Bot
boys were very anxions to know hoy
matters stood, and asked:
"Did you git EN- hiyed, pa9''
But the old man was too mad to al
swer or even look at his boys. I'll
turned to little Silas and said
"Little one, you meant all right, an
I'm sorry | cuffed you so; next time don
slap so hard.
Then to his wife, Matilda, to you
owe everything t AeeeRt6 n.y. n.y. heartfe
bees. I have made up my mind, and it.
settled. May our quiet, peaceful farm
house never be so stirred up again
Seems to me / never had SO much of hf
crowded into a few short minutes be
fore. Run after the COWS now, boys; b
off, for it is almost dark. ''-I0led
Blade.