The weekly messenger. [volume] (St. Martinsville [i.e. St. Martinville] La.) 1886-1948, 1890-08-02

mamma, now that you are no longer
young. and you are hardly able to look
after them in swar ming time, and
(she dared not allude to the trouble
they were making in neighborly rela-
lions, but glided swiftly on to the next
vantage poinD-''it wi be just exactly
the money want to finish the sum foi
my wedding dress"
Mrs. Fenwick's face softencd; she
kissed Fleda's carminc cheek, with
deep sigh.
For your sake, thea. darling" said
she. "But l wouldn't for the world
have Mr.. Minglen think that 1 would
concede single inch to-
IL don't know that it is any Of Mr..
M,nsdcn's businc;s,' said Fleda,
quietly.
The next dag Mr.. Mlngden trottcd
to look at his new possessions.
TOO bad that Harry had to go back
20 town before he had chance to see
how the bee hives looked in their
place" solilOquizad he. "a capital
idea, that of his. wonder what the
Old lady will say when she sees the op-
position apiary! Won't she be furious!
Ha. ha. hal
He adjusted his spectacles as he
fastened down towards the sunny south
walk which had heretofore been the
battle ground. There was the row OF
square, white hives on his side of the
fence-but 10! and behold! the bench
that had extended on the other side
was vacant and deserted!
"Why" he exclaimed, coming to an
abrupt standstill. "What has she done
with her bees?"
''Sold 'em all to you, SIR" said
Jacob, the gardener. "And fine lot
they be! And not an unreasonable
price neither! Mr.. Hurry looked arter
that hisself."
Il hope you'll be very kind to them.
sir!" uttered a soft. pleading little
voice. and Elfeda FenwicS's golden
head appeared just above the pickets of
the fence. "And l never knew until
just now that it was you who bought
them"
"Humph!' said Mr.. Mingden.
"But, l hope, after this" kindly:
added Fleda, .that We shall never have
any more trouble-as neighbors.
mean. 1t has made me very unhappy,
and ="
The blue eyes. fhe faltering voice,
melted the old gentleman at last.
"Then don't let it max you unhappy
any longer, my dear!" said he, reaching
over the pickets to shake hands with
the pretty special pleader. "Hang the
bees! After all, what difference does
it make which side of the fence they're
ont So you're the little school teacher,
arc you' I'm blessed if don's wish l
was young enouc. to go to school to
you myself"
Fleda ran bsGk So the house In st-
glce.
~ do believe" she thought, 'fhe
Montague and Capulet fcu1 is healed
at last And lido believe Emitting
her blond brows), 'that Jack told
young Mingden all about tho bees, and
that that is the solution of this mys-
teryr'
But that evening there came . pres
ent of white grapes from the Mingden
greenhouses to Mrs. Fenwick, with the
old gentleman's card.
'He must have been very much
pleased to get the BEES" thought the
old lady. ''If 1 had only known he
liked bees. Ishould have thought very
differently of him. All this shows how
slow VIC should be to believe servants
gossip and neighborhood tattle! II
had known he was the pure. aser,
should have declined to negotiate; but
perhaps everything has happened for
the bestr'
Jack Trevelyn thought so, when he
stood up in the village church. a fort