The Magnolia gazette. [volume] (Magnolia, Miss.) 1872-current, 1881-07-08
DUFF AND THE BEE.
a sabbath TnIc 0f Nature and
EmOAVlctlge.

a sabbath Tale 0F Nature and
knOAVIcdge.
tFrom the san Francisco Chronice,l
The Dun family, pater, mater and lit
tic ones, picnicked on the beach beyond
Fort Point yesterday. II do love ma
thure, remarked Patrick Duff who is u
proud and frequent voter Of the Seventh
ward, as he unhitched the dray-horse
from the family carryall, which bore
Tile family arms, Duff s Apress.
The cares av political loif and gineral
expressing require that man shud relax
his moind midst the grand reposh nv
tireless nathurc's reshtful bosom. Ill
ring that sentiment into me next warrud
club spache, Mary Helen; be me sowl,
| / will. Lave hould av that cowld boiled
ham, James Henry, or Ill throw ye into
the tracldess tide.
The lunch basket was safely deposited
III The shade Of rock, the youthful
Duils disported bare-legged in the mild
surf, and Mr. and Mrs. Duff wandered,
free from care, DER the green hillside.
Presently Mrs. Duff discovered bum-
4 ble-bee i'll the deep essof wild flower
She Ind plucked. Alas, she had never
seen abumble-bee before " LUX here,
Patrick, she exclaimed, Yezneyer saw
the loi1e M that in Kerry, Pat. !"
Mr.. Duff was too much Of a politician
Is commit himself rs to his knowledge,
o. lack Of it, without first considering
the subject. Taking the flower from his
wife's hand, he eyed the bee critically
4 and then asscnted cit is a purity bur-
iid. Mary Helen. Then he carefully
picked the bee ont Of the flower between
H Ills thumb and foreiinger and repeated
slowly
"Yes, il is a very purity burrid
ink il IS a.
Before Mr.. DufT had explained what
liz Was pleased to think the bee was, ht
had dashed tie flower IN his amazed
wiGes face, jumped excitedly in the air
landed hatless and with hair erect, Rnc
again repeated, still slowly, but witt
popping, glaring eyes, and in voice
husky with pnin and anger
ut il purity burrid, but, holy muir
cher. how hot its little fnt is II
Patrick Duff, have you been hitting
that whisky-bottle i'll the lunch basket? {?
exclaimed the indignant Mrs. Duff.
Patrick. in dumb bewilderment, gaze,
| Oh his swelling and inflamed thumb an'
then at the wife Of his bosom before h
replied
:" Hod yea run yer needle through tha
hurrid, Mary Helen, befoor yez CAV
to me 2"
, Don't yez be too funny, Pat, sal
Mrs. Duff, testify.
! ".Shure, I'm not funny 1T all, Mar
1 Helen, and yez needn't look that way Z
me, nather, or Ill break yer vartebr@,
said Mr.. Duff, getting madder as hi
! thumb got bigger.
/ Yez had better not be thrying You
thricks wild me, or I'll land ye wan sid
ay that ugly jaw Of yours that 'ull tao
ye who il boss Of the Duff family" Nj
+, Duli's voice rose as lie realized the fu
, extent Of his hurt.
, "Yez hayo been drinking yerself int
transitory jim-iams, Pat, and yez ha
, better slape it off before lunch, replie
!, tile lady in conciliatory tone, whic
only served to aggrayate the gentl
I mans temper into exact sympathy Wi
!. his thumb, for with an irresistible IN
:. pulse lie made good his threat, and in
z moment the sweet solitude Of the sp
! aud day was rudely broken by blo'
7 which fell with unconiugal force and r
+ pidity on both the heads Of the Dt
: family, while the humble bee humm,
1 drowsily off, moralizing over greatne
Z 0f evils when unknown.