Western sentinel. [volume] (Winston [i.e. Winston-Salem], N.C.) 1856-1886, 1878-12-05


Z. bottle in his coat.pocket and wen
! into the house, ewing everybody b,
r mct very suspicinusly. as thoueL
/ he had ma9e up his miud to stire
70 death the first person who sail
bee to him. He confded hi!
guilty secret 10 none ot his family
He hid his bees in his bed room
and as he looked at them just be-
fore putting them away he hal
wished the experiment was safely
over. He wished the imprisone
bees did pot look so hot and cross
With exquisite care he submerged
the bottle in a basin of water uuc
let a few d,ops in on the heated in.
mates to cool them off.
At the tea table he had a great
fright. Miss Middle,ib, iu the art
less simplicity of her romantic ma
ture. said:
L smell hees. How the odol
brings up -
But her father glared at her and
said, with superfuous harshness
and execrable gramma,
Hush up! You don't smell
nothing.
Whereupon Mrs. Middlerib asked
him if he had eaten anything that
disagreed with him. and Miss Mid
dle,ib said
Why, pa ! and Master Middle
rib smiled as he wandered.
Bed time at last, aud the night
was warm aud sultrJ. Under
variors false pIetenses, Mr.. Mid
dlerib strolled about the house
until every body else was in bed,
and then be sought his room. He
turned the night lamp down until
its feeble ray shone dlmly as a
death light.
Mr.. Middlerib disrobed slowly
very slowly. When at last be was
ready to go numbering into his
peaceful couch, be heave6 pro-
found sigh, SO full of apprehension
and grief that Mrs. Middlerib, who
was awakened by it, said if ii gave
him so much pain to come to bed,
perhaps he had better sit up all
night. Mr.. Mlddle,ib checked
another sigh, but said nothing and
crept into bed. AT er lying still II
few moments he reached out ard
got his bottle Of hees.
1t was not an easy thing to do to
PICK ore bee out of the bottle full
with his fingers, and not get into
trouble. The first bee Mr. Middle,
rib got was little brown honey
bee that wouldn't weigh half an
ounce if you picked him up by the
ears, but If you lifted him br the
hind leg, would weigh as much as
the last end of bay mule. MIR.
Mlddlerlb could not repress a
groan.
What's the matter with you ?
sleepiiy asked his wife.
1t is very hard for Mr.. MidIlerib
to say he only felt hot, but he did
it. H. didn't have to lie about it
either. lie did feel verv hot indeed.
A Ahout eighty-s six all over. and one
hundred and ninety seven on the
end Of his thumb. He reversed
the bee, and essed the wa,lik
terminus of it firmly against the
rheumatic knee.
1t didn't hurt so badly as he
thought it would.
1t didn't hurt mt all.
Then Mr.. Middlerib remembered
that when the honey. bee stabs
human Toe, it generally leaves its
harpoon in the wound, aud the in-
valid knew that the only thing this
bee had to sting with was doing its
work at the enI of his thumb.
Ile reached his arm out from
under the sheet, and d'opped this
disabled atom of rheumatism llni
ment on the carpet. Then, afte, Il
second Of blank wonder, be began
to feel round for the hottle, aud
wished he knew what he did with
it.
In the meantime strange things
bad been going on. Wbeu he
caught hold of The first bee, Mr..
MluuleflD, IOr leaStiD DS, utoW IL out
IN such haste that iur the time he
forgot all about the bottle al d its
remedial contents, aud left it lying
uDcuIk ked i'll the he'd, between him
self aud his innocent wife. In the
dan kness there bad been a qoiet
but general emigration from that
bottle. The hess, their wings clog
ged with be water Mr.. Middlelib
had pcu, ed upon them to cool and
tranquiIize item, were crawling
aimlessly about over the sheet.
While Mr.. Midd!erib was feeling
around for t, his ears were sud
denly ,hsiiled and his heart frozen
by a wild, piel ciug scream ftom
his wife.
"Murder !" she screamed, "mur-
der! Oh !! help me! Help! help !"
Mr. MiGdlelib sat bolt upright
in bed His hair stood on end.
The night was warm, but he turn
ed TO ice in ii minute.
"Where in thunder" he said,
! with Dallid Inns. as he felt all over