The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1885-05-06
a Large Family.
[St. Nicholas.


'sThe yellow Italian bses are gentler than
the brown wild bees; and il is said that the
Italian bee has longer proboscis, and so
can get honey from the red clover, which is
so abundant hereabout / thought they
were better, for, when l was very poor man,
bought an Italian queen bee in the big city
Of New York, and paid twenty dollars for
her and / have never yet repented OF my
extTsvseance. l have now sixty.nine hives
of pure Italian bees, and they are all the de-
sceD6ants of my pretty queen. Allowing
forty thousand bees to swarm, which is q
moderate number, it is not a bad showing
for her majesty Let me see, forty thousand
by sixty.Dine mRkes-well, at least two aud
a half millions of living descendants, besides
dozens of queens have given away. with all
their descen6an Is; these, added to the null
titudes that have lived and died Ia the mean
time, must make, all together, not far from
two hundred millions in twelve years."
ssHe lent Getting Wicked Inside, Is Hep
One spring day q gentleman awoke from a
long, heavy sleep, and turning on the sofa
where he was stretched, he glanced into an
adjoining room. There was pretty picture,
and being an artist, Chn Clay ton could we'll
appreciate it The afternoon sunshine filed
the room with a rare light, bringing out the
rich colors of the tapestry, the quaint form of
old furniture, and the beauties of statuettes,
vases and all kinds of curious and costly
objects accumulated there. But the room
only framed the picture. In plain view from
the sofa " here the artist had been sleeping
were his two children, Claud and Fanny.
The boy, who had inherited his fathers tai
ent, had supplied himself with paint, palette
and brushes. He had easily induced his ami
able little sister to stand near by his easel
where he could gravelv study her sweet face
and tangled, golden curls. As he studied
her thus he tried not quite unsuccesstully to
portray her face and hgure on panel before
him.
Il am doing your dress now. Fam" be
exclaimed, and You may talk if you want TO
while ] work"
Wasn't mamma a beauty when papa
painted that picture of her over therer
''She is beauty now" replied Claude,
'if she doesn't curl her hair and dress 10
white"
"Y.e, she is Just as good as she can be; but
che doesn't look as joyful as that picture.
Anyway, Claude, papa is-'t so hand ONE as
he Sas when his picture was painted, Is he?"
NO" said Claude, reluctantly.
but papa is happy" continued Fanny,
"for be laughs 30 much. On! how he did
laugh yesterday in here when those gentle
men can q to see him and they made lemon
sde Why would Dot mamma let as come
in and have some"
at was wine; and / am never going to
drink wine, and you must not drink it,
either"
why Dot?"
s'She will tell you sometime"
Claude, co you know mamma says ev-
srybsdy paints portrait OF himself or her.
selfT'
"Well, some people would make dreadful
work of it." said Claude, lightly.
ssThey do, she says 1t is funny talk we
had one day. She raid we were born with
faces like blank canvas, and as we grew our
own thoughts we're the little pencils and
brushes that work away, making our features
and our expressions. II we, are good and
kind, the goodness at last came through and
stamped itself on our faces. IL people grow
wicked, they don't stay beautiful great
while"
'We1, sis, 1 guess you must be pretty
GOOD inside" laughed Claude, sfor your nose
and mouth are not at all wicked yet, and
your skin is lovely"
"B1t that day 1 told wrong story, my
eyes looked muddy, mamma said
Eyes, they did, because, you seq, you were
ashamed to look up and let the light shine
in them"
The listener on the sofa was being enter.
tanned by this chatter when Fanny in sn
swsd whisper said: Papa don't tell
muddy and be does not look handsome at
ali some day; bis face gets very, very red.
he lent getting wicked inside, is hep
ave must not talk-that-wsy," stsm-
msred Claude, and John Clayton saw the
sensitive face flush and grew very sober.
Papa says he il sick those days" he added,
eszipg earnestly at bis work, but doing moth
ing. A moment later he came down from
ms stool, saying II won't paint any more to-
day let us 90 a1d play in the garden"
When their bright faces vanished from the
studio John Clayton entered. and crossing
the room. stood where on one hand be could
zee he own portrait and on the Other