Weekly Trinity journal., 1875-08-28
NUMBER 35.
SILAS EIIVENG BEES.

The old gentlemans name is Silas, and
that of his eldest son is George. His
wife's name is Matilda, and his three
pretty daughters are named lIolen, Alice
and Susie there is II little Silas, too,
and an older boy whose name is too queer
to mention.
The bees had alightcd in a great bunch
rs large as II half bushel measure, on tho
limb Of peach tree in the yard. y ta-
bile is pMced under the overhauging limb,
spread with a clean white cloth. aud tho
hive placed thereon.
Then one of the boys, one that is good
for nothing else, is sent into the treo with
n saw to sever the limb, the limb comes
down slowly and easily, and the old gent
below, dressed in great coat, buckskin
gloves, cowhide boots, and n bed quilt
tied around his neck and face, slvlv ma
ipulates twig .rom the tree, and in two
minutes has safely coaXcd every bee to
enter the hive, during all which time Ma
tlda and Helen and Alice and Susie
pound the bottom OF just four tin pans,
lit;lo Silas does his pretticsty yelling, whlo
the boy with the queer nnmo j, Just old
enough and sharp enough to slip behind
/ the house and wait for the thing to como
to point. Thnt is the way it ought 80
have gone of, but that isn't the way it
did. Sias, the elder, was very comor.
tably bundled up for SO warm day, and
ho had his suit we'll arranged only ho
forgot to tic the strings around tho bot
tom of his pants legs.
The bees had settled on tho limb orn
peach tree, and Silas, whom his tablo aud
white cloth and his hive were already,
commauded
Now, George, grab that old rusty
saw and climb; guess you can cut that
small limb of easy enough"
George was just homo from six
months term Of school, and he felt u
great tenderness for his father, aud would
have gone through Il patch Of thistcs
barefoot to please the old gent, aud yet
he had n particular dread for tho "husi-
ness ond' otN bee, aud particularly of
such II crowd of them. But be ohcycd,
and began to fiddle away cautiously upon
the particular limb. ono little bunch Of
bees dropped off and we're Gagged 0nolh-
or, and another small bunch dropped,
and the prospect seemed good, when sud
denly an old honey maker, who had been
in the butiness before. SCARED upwurd.--
George shut up one eye quick, gavo ono
terrible surge ON the rusty old saw, got
out of that tree Mt one jump, and hls anN-
ious mother just caught one glimpse
of him rs he new around the corner ot
the barn twenty rods away.
But poor old Silas. Tho bocs cnm0
down, and he thought the bunch was as
Iargc rs IA hay ,tacl, NOW. They id not
go into the hive, but they went through
his over-coat aud beG-quilt as ifthese had
only been mosquito bnrs, and then they
climbed up tho inside of his pants legs,
aud the old gentleman danced rs he had
never danced before, and he slapped his
/ legs rs he never allowed amy one clso to
/ slap them, aud his voice lowered high
above the chatter of the tim pms and tho
shrieks Of little Silas rs hc yelled;
"Throw water on me throw water on
me soak me, wet me down !"
lIo rolled three or four times oyer in
tho grass, aud sprang up, shouting,
&" SLAP me slapmo ! cant you slap mc2"
| in the mid Of which jiltlc Silus cropt up
behind his inlormlod papa and dealt him
II lively one with "a shingio but poor lit
tie SIln, landed the next instant against
the milk houso, for hs pa took him mud
his shugle for thousand bee, aud gently
brushed them or
49, The agony Of that three minutes
jig He appealed to his wife.
" Matilda for heavens sHke bring mo
another pair Of breechcs, WON'T you ?"
But these thing don't last always,
any more than any other happiness, and
after few minutes the old gent came
lmpng out Of the cellar with the brccch-
es on that Matilda brought him, feeling
much easier, but certainly much fntigucd,
just rs btpIBt RpJ uHth lIoill Ailc uhlIl
and the boy with the qucor name slipped
around the corner of the house. Both
boys were very anxious TO know how
matters stood, and asked
Did you get 'en hiyed, pa ?"
But the old man was too mad to nm
swer or even look at his boys. lie turn-
ed to little Silas and said
Little one, you meant all right, and
I'm sorry | cuhed you so the next time
don't slap SO hard"
Then to his wife, Matilda, to you l
owe everything. Accept my heartfelt
gratitude. Won take no more stock in
bees. | have made up my mind, and its
settled. May our quiet, peaceful, farm
home never be SO stirred up again.--
Seems to me I've never had 50 much OF
life crowded into II few short minutes be-
fore. Run after the COWS now, boys bo
off, for its almost dark"
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COOP PAY.--A Canadian tea peddler
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