The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1885-11-18

scribaole sounds OF country life, and with
out disturbing Helen, who still slept sound
iy, rose and dressed myself and stole soft
ly out into the garden, where the crimson
of dawn-rise was clothing even the simplest
surroundings with picturesque glory.
Il mean to take good look at the bees,n
thought I.
Early as I was my little winged charges
had been before me and were soaring forth
in tiny clouds of blackness toward the level
morning sunshine. walked up and down
the narrow, thyme-bordered path and view-
sd the industrious mites with mingled adj
miration and disgust
=" They may love to work better than
do" was the upshot of my meditations.
" Horrid, fussy little things. What have
they done to deserve being held up to all
creation as a model ?'
And then began, Alnaschar-like, to count
up the possibilities of making fortune
within the next ten years ont of these bee-
hives. Sapposing that all went prosperous.
ly-supposing that honey held its own in
the -supposing that each swarm
duplicated itself half dozen times over
supposing-.
But in my distracted saunter up and
down the narrow pathway l lost sight Of
outward surroundings and unconsciously
stepped backward, overturning two or three
hives at once. Out flew the enraged inhab-
itants of the invaded cities around cap-a-pie
away flew l pell-mell and screaming
Help! help |" into the very arms of man
with gun in his hand who sprung over
the stone wall, appearing as If by magic be.
fore my astonished vision. Apparently he
comprehended the whole in second, and
seizing me around the waist he swung me
lightly over the wall into q small circular
summer. house over-grown with scarlet
leaved ampelopsis and late blossomed honey
suckle.
We are safe here" said he. " They will
go past us. Bees are stupid creatures. l
hope you are not hurt ?n
No." cried I, laughing and crying at
the same moment, "but hope you weren't
hurt for ran against you with my whole
force ~
Not in the least,n he answered, court.
sously. q suppose you are one of my new
aeighbors ?''
g / am Marjorie Bell" said /, thinking
with pang of my crimping pins and the
extreme plainness of my gingham gown
And am Gerald Austey,n he said. 81
hope that hereafter we shall be the best OF
friends, Miss Marjorie Will you allow me
down little, and replace the hives on the
bench ?"
"ohl !" cried I, breathlessly, do be care
tul -
watched him, with my heart upon my
lips, rs he deity replaced the wreck my
carelessness had made and finally returned
to me, scathless and without harm And
then he walked with me as far as the DOOR
step of the old Grange, and left me, promis-
ing to call that very afternoon!
In this unconventional way our friend.
ship commenced-aud when the frst SHOW
fell, feathery- white and soft, over the hilli
and wales, Gerald Austey asked me TO bt
his wife
Little Marjorie has drawn the trump
card after all !" said Aunt Pauline, laugh.
ing
"oh, Marjorie, may come up to the
Hall, when you are married." said Helen,
land copy those beautiful old pictures in
the library"
"Only to think" said majestic Sara
"that man could fall in love with wild
romp of girl who nearly Knock .in
down at their first meeting !"
"Perhaps," said Nina, putting u caress
ing hand on my head, " it is because Mar.
iorie has face like a cherub, and the sweet
est blue eyes in all the world After all, /
don't know that wonder at Mr.. Austey 80
very much"
And SO the bees made my fortune after
all, although not exactly in the way we had
anticipated !--iShiriey Broaone.