Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1878-11-21

when the honey-bee sts human Zoe,
IL generally leaves its arpoon in the
wound, and the invaha new that the
only thing this bee q sting with
was doing lis work = Ihe end Of bis
thumb.
He reached bis arm tnt from under
the sheet. and droppea this disabled
atom Of rheumatism iaimept on The
carpet. Then, after asecord Of blank
wonder, be began to iffI round for the
bottle, and wished he Apew what he
did with IT.
In the meantime sEransk things had
been going on. When IL caught hold
Of The 6rsE bee. Mr. Is. for rea-
sons, drew i out IN 81 haste that ior
the time he forgot al about the bottle
and its remedial contents. and left lily
ing uncorked in the bed, between him
self and his innocent wife. In the dark
ness there had been a quiet but general
emigration from that bottle. The bees,
their wings clogged with the water Mr..
Middlerib had poured upon them to cool
and tranquilize them, were crawling
aimlessly about over the sheet. While
Mr.. Middlerib was feeling around for
IL, his ears were suddenly thrilled and
his heart frozen by a wild, piercing
scream from his wife.
"Murderl" she screamed, "murder
Oh ! help me! Help! help -
Mr.. Middlerib sat bolt upright in bed.
His HAIR stood on end. The night was
warm. but he turned &c ice m minute.
"Where in the thunder" he said,
with pallid lips, as he felt all over the
bed in frenzied haste-"where in thun-
der are them internal hees:"
And a large "bumble," with sting
as pitiless as the finger Of scorn, just
then climbed up the inside Of Mr.. Mid
dlerib's nIght-shirt, until il got square,
Iy between his shoulders, and then it
felt for bis marrow, and said, calmly {:
Here is one of them"
And Mrs. MiddlerIb felt ashamed of
her feeble screams when Mr.. Middle
rib threw up both arms. and, with a
howl that made the windows, rattle,
roared:
take hlm off, Oh, land of Scott,
somebody take him of -
And, when a little honey-bee began
tickling the sole of Mrs. Middlerib's s
foot, she so shrieked that the house was
bewitched, and Immediately went into
spasms.
The household was aroused by this
time. Miss Middlerib and Master Mid
dlerib and the servants were pouring
info the room, adufuE To we genera
confusion by bowling at random and
asking irrelevant questions, while they
gazed at the figure of ayman a little on
in xeass. hrrayed in long night-shirt,
paving .fercely at the unattainable spot
IL the middle Of his. back, while he
5occd an unnatural, weind, wicked
ieokiux ifg By the dim, religious light OF
W niai t-lamp. And while he danced
md howIed, and while they gazed and
shouted, nayy-blue wasp, that Master
Middlerib had put in the bottle for good
measure and variety, and to keep the
menagerie stirred up, had dried his legs
and wings with corner OF the sheet,
and after a preliminary circle or two
around the bed to get up his motion and
settle down 10 a working gait, he fred
himself across the room. and 10 his dy-
ing day Mr.. Middlerib will always be-
lieve that one Of the servants mistook
him for burglar and shot him.
No one, not even Mr.. Middlerib him
self, could doubt that he was at least for
the time, most thoroughly cured oi
rheumatism. His own boy could moi
Lave carried himself more lightly OF
with greater agility. But the cure was
not permanent, and Mr.. Middlerib does
not like to talk about it.