The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-06-20
THE BUSY WORLD.
IMarqaret Eytinge, in Exchange.I

Margaret Eytinge, in Exchange.I
 One lovely summers day the sky was blue and the sunbeams bright the birds were singing gayly and the bees hum- ming loudly the butterflies were visiting the flowers, and the flowers were saying how glad they were to see them, and everything was just as it should be on a lovely summers day, when suddenly the bree ze, which had been whispering sofi and low at early morn, grew angry-no one ever knew why-apd, swelling into a boisterous wind, hurried the birds back to their nests, drove the frightened in- sects into places of shelter, puffed rudely in the faces of the lilies until they hung their sweet heads and were ready to cry, and then flew up, up, up to the sky where it met some dark clouds, which il sent skurrying across the sun, and at last down came heavy shower.
 We'll, when the breeze first changed its low murmur to a growl, the insects who were in the fower-garden fled to the grape-arbor and sheltered themselves be. meath the spreading branches and broad leaves of the friendly grape-vines.
 Here. for moment or two, they all re mained motionless and quiet-with the exception of tiny midget that couldn't have kept still to have saved its life, and who whirled, and whirled, and whirled about in the air and then an old wasp who had alighted on a dead, dry branch began saving off some of the ibers oi the wood with her sh arp teeth.
 The midge stopped whirling.
 "Why do you eat wood, Wasp ?" she asked.
 "I'm not eating it," answered the wasp, who, however, by this time was cer. tainly chewing it.
 "What are you doing, then, if l may be so bold ?" said the curious midget.
 Making paper" was the reply.
 " Making paper" repeated the midge. |" How strange!"
 "Not at all," said the wasp. "Our family were the first paper-makers in the world"
 "What for ?" said the midge.
 "We build our nests of it," answered the wasp.
 "Ohl you build your nests of iti Dear, dear, isn't that queer" and the midge began to whirl around again.
 Just then large and handsome bee, tired of being idle so long, spread its wings and lowered over some scarlet honeysuckles that had climbed up among the grape-vines.
 "What are you going to do, bee 2' asked the midge, pausing once more in her airy dance.
 "GatNering honey," replied the bee.
 "That's jolly" said midget. "l think, for myself, I'd like that better than paper making"
 "Our family" continued the bee, "were the first, and, what's more, are still the only honey-makers in the wide, wide world."
 "How fortunate 1" said the midge.
 Extremely fortunate," said rasping voice from the very top of the arbor, and, looking up, midget and her companions beheld a brown-coated insect who, although shorter and stouter, strongly re- sembled the busy bee, and who, com. fortably slowed away between two punches of young grapes, looked down upon them.
 "I don't know when have enjoyed myself as much as have this last half. hour," he went on. "lt has done my heart good to watch such cheerful in- dustry. Not moment has been lost since we were driven in here by the wind and rain. Idlers would have slept or gossiped till the storm had passed, but we, my friends, it appears, improve each cloudy as well as each shiny hour. The wasp prepared for the building of the nest from which the dear young wasp llngs are to take their first peep at life. The bee gathered honey, and now only waits the sunshine to carry it to the hive. The tiny midge scarce paused in the practicing of her steps, and when she did pause, it was to seek for useful knowledge. Now, all this is very, very pleasant, to be sure, and with what sat. isfaction we can all fly to the flower garden again when the shower is over. Ahl there is a sunbeam. Let us go. happy in the thought that we have not wasted one precious minute while obliged to tarry here."
 "We," repeated the honey-bee, with a scornful hum.
 "Who is he2" whispered the wasp.
 He never did an hours work in his life" said the bee, indignantly. "He has always been taken care of by the other bees. He's eaten our honey and never helped us make it. He was driven from our house this very morning be. cause we found it impossible to stand him any longer"
 But who is he1" again asked the wasp.
 The biggest drone ia the hive" an- swered the bee, as she flew away. 
 A Physician's Evidence.