New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1880-01-28

Which makes September fAk.
'Tis thing which remember,
To name It thrills mo yet;
One day of one September
never can forget.
-ser'bnerfor September
UPRIGHT, OF THE BEEHIVE"
A Story for the ChilArsn.
Away off in a lonely country place,
three miles from any other house, stood
. small, wooden cottage so surrounded
by trees that it would have been almost
impossible for stranger to have found
it when the branches were in Leaf.
1t was one-story high, with q loft in
the gabled roof, and the only cellar it
had was q tiny one about six feet deep
and six feet square, just under the little
lean-to kitchen, and into which you de-
scended by means of . wide ladder
through trap door in one corner Of the
kitchen floor. The four corner posts of
the cottage were formed of the trunks of
trees thSF had been left standing for
that purpose, and the boards of which
it was built were rough hemlock
boards, unplaned and implanted, and
full of many large knot-holes which
served for homes Of hundreds of bees,
who lived in them as happily, and
hummed as -cheerfully, and made as
sweet honey-gathering it from the
numerous wild flowers that grew all
about-as though they were hiVed in q
handsome, new-fashioned hive, with all
the modern improvements; and it was
the fact of these bees making a house
there that caused the few people who
knew the place to call it The Bee
hive"
In the Beehive lived, at the time this
story commenced, q widow-Mrs.
Marks-and her three children, Sarah,
twelve years of age, Elizabeth, ten, and
Arthur, six.
The father had died tho previous
summer just as the cottage was fin.
ished. Mrs. Marks was in great dis.
tress when her husband died; and two
weeks after the funeral, which left he1
in debt, as all the money they had
saved for years had been expended on
the house and land, she went to q
neighboring town to look for work.
Fortunately, she had there an excellent
friend in stout, good-natured Mrs.
Raisins, the wife of the principal baker,
whom she had known in her school.
days, and whom she had sought on,
and engaged to supply with fresh eggs
Immediately after becoming mistress
of the Beehive. Mrs. Raisins. who
knew almost everybody in Elmtown-
which, by the way, was only village.
though they did call it a town-soon
found work for the young widow.
Three or four of her best customers
gave Mrs. Marks their fine washing to
do. OF course the widow could only
do this work during the pleasant
months Of the year, for in the severe
winter and rainy spring weather the
road from the Beehive to town was i'm
passable, and the Marks family were
shut out, az it were, from the rest of
the world.
Young Is they were, the children
were as industrious as the bees that
few to and fro all day longand never
rested from their labors until the sun
sank in the West. Sallie and Lizzie
helped their mother with the household
work, fed the chickens, and gathered
blackberries and mushrooms In black.
berry and mushroom times. And even
little Artie did his share toward taking
care of the family, by bringing in.
every pleasant day, and slowing away
under the shed at the back of the house,
ten or twelve baskets of wood which he
picked up in the forest near by.
nurinN thu oo1d o,rd o<o~,,oxv ,~~ooklo-
Mrs. Marks kept school three or four
hours every morning, and taught her
children how to spell, and read, and
write, and do sums as far rs fractions,
and in the afternoons she did enough
making and mending of clothes, and
knitted enough stockings to last a long
time. And mother and children were
as happy and contented a. could be,
having always the sunshine of love-
than which nothing can be brighter-in
their little home, no matter how dark
the clouds might be above it.
And now-1 dare say you think it is
quite tims-1 am going to introduce
"Fright'' to you. t,--=
Une Gay IN June the wua roses were
blushing rosy PINK, and giving a
lovely fragrance TO the air, and Mrs.
Marks was out In the garden spreading
some linen on the grass to bleach, when
she heard faint whine near by, and
looking around saw a queer little dog
so covered with long, silky hair, that
until you looked closely and discovered
two sparkling brown eyes you could
not tel which was his head and which
was his tail.
"Oh, what a fright!' was the frs,
thing she said, and then, "Where did
you come fromP Go away, SIR"
But the cunning thing sat up on his
hind legs and slowly waved his front
paws, and gazed up in her face with
such beseeching look that she patted
him on the head and asked in q gentler
voice, ''Poor fellow, are you lostP''
Just then the children coming home,
with their aprons full of wild flowers,
spied the newcomer, and, dropping
their flowers on the ground, dropped
themselves on their knees before him,
crying, joyfully, oh, the darling the
dear little doggie! where did he come
from, mammal Is he to be oursP Who
gave him to usp Isn't he prettyP''
. I cant imagine how he got here"
said their mamma, he must have
wandered from long distance; and as
tor his being pretty, I think he's .
frightr'
8 But he's . nice fright-a beautiful
fright" said Attic, kissing the dogs
black nose. This speech made them
all laugh. :. The idea Of 3 beGntifnl
rightr said Sarah. And that's the
way they came to name the doggie
Fright. So.
For. Of course, no one coming to