The Arizona sentinel., 1888-09-29
A BEE STORY.

| How Johnny Knew What to Do, and How | He Put Ills Knowledge to Practical Use.
 Johnny spied it first, one sultry Sat-
 urday afternoon, coming straight across
 the tops of the plum-trees in the gar
 den-a wavering little black cloud.
 ''What is it?" he cried. ''How funny
 it looks! Oh, what is it?" Johnny was out on the veranda. 1 Uncle Lewis was there, too, reading in the hammock, with his feet hanging lazily over, and grandpa was dozing off in his armchair.
 But at JOhnny's excited exclamation, Uncle Lewis pulled in his feet and shut his book, because Johnny was always seeing something worth while wanting to know about; and grandpa opened his eyes, and tried to look as if he hadn't the smallest idea of going to sleep.
 ''Therer cried Johnny. ''See, it's almost over our heads!"
 Its heat in the air." said Uncle Lewis. "Why, no!' he added quickly. "Why, Johnny, it's swarm of run away bees! wish they'd light; then we'd hive 'em, and get some honey"
 Johnny was a funny boy. Uncle Lewis, who liked to tease little boys, called him Student John," and 'The Learned Blacksmith" and a good many other names, because he was always boring over books and papers that were not story-books and papers at all.
 Just at this minute Johnny puckered up his mouth into round O, and gave little surprised whistle, and darted into the house like small whirlwind.
 In good deal less than a minute he was out again, with his drum slung across his breast, and the drum-sticks in his two brown hands, and away he went on run through the orchard, after the little black cloud, beating rat-a-tat-tat at-tat-rat-a-tat-tat!
 "What iS that yOungster up to now?" said Uncle Lewis, and he spilled him. self out of his hammock, and clapped on his palm-leaf hat, and followed aITer.
 He knows what he's doing-that boy does," said grandpa, meaning Johnny.
 But he took his cane, and put on his hat, and followed Uncle Lewis across the orchard.
 And pretty soon they both came to where Johnny was standing still, near the farther line of the orchard, with his cheeks red and his eyes shining, beating steadily away at his drum.
 live got 'emr' he cried, his voice fairly trembling with excitement and delight. ''See, gram'pa! see, Uncle Lew p
 Sure enough, there was black, hanging cluster on a low apple-bough.
 ''Hooray, my boyr' cried Uncle Lewis, throwing up his hat. Good enough !''
 Well done r'' said grandpa, batting Johnny's head.
 '1'll get an empty hive over to Mir. Carrolrs-he keeps bees" said Uncle Lewis. How'd you know about it, Johnny?"
 ''I read it," said Johnny, laughing ID in Uncle Lewis face; about if you pound on any thing loud enough so the bees can't hear their own noise they'll fight. So did-and I'm awful gladI'
 Well, Uncle Lewis got one of Mir. Carroll's empty hives; and Mir. Car 'oll himself came over and hived Johnny'S swarm for him.
 Its good one" said he, ''and will make you lots of honey"
 'rll keep it for you" said grandpa Q Johnny; land all I'll charge'll be what honey we eat"
 So grandpa kept the swarm; and l lm afraid if I were to tell you just how many swarms of bees there are in rrandpa's orchard from that very one, md just how much money Johnny has put in the bank from the sale of bees md honey, you would say it was fish story instead of story about bees.
 But there are good many swarms, md it is good deal of money-for a title boy to own.-Youtb's ConpGn- On