The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1890-05-16

! was down here
'"o and = him, then. but don't mon
life" ~"
Indeed ] shall. Isn'tit tho name 81
AZ Others Ia which ! take the most
pride?'
on Jack, you Will only make m:rc
trouble It'll be worse than bees. Prom
ise me, Jack. or Ill never, never speak
TO you again"
And Jack had to promise. after some
unwilling fashion.
Mrs. Fenwick, a pretty. faded little
widow, was full charged with indirna.
ton when Flcda returned from her
stroll in the woods.
Mamma, what Is the mattere- said
Fleda.
One Of the hives was t-tipped over
tonight sohbcd Mrs. Fenwick: 'and
I'm sure he did ii"
II was the wind. mamma
mo wind ever did that. Flcda. But
set II up again. / viii never. never
sacrifice my aplary TO his absurd preju-
diccs."
Dear mamma, il you would only
have the hives moved 10 the other side
y the GARDEN pleaded Flcda, carcss-
ingly.
And sacrifice a question Of principle.
Never declared the widow.
Mrs. Fenwick, ordinarily the most
amiablc o. women. was reused on this
subject TO an obstinacy which could
only be characterized as vindictiyc.
And Mr.. Ezra Mingden was ten timesas
bad a his n%eighbor.
That Woman is a dragoncss. Hal
he said TO his nephew. 'She keeps
those bees simply TO annoy me. hate
bees. Bees hate me. Every time !
walk there ! get stung.'
But, uncle, you shouldn't brandish
YOU cane about So" reasoned Harry.
Its sure 10 enrage en-
II don't brandish 1t on the woman's
side OF the fence. II her abominablc,
b~uzxing insects persist in trespassing in
my garden. am ! not bound to protect
MYSELF" sputtcrcd Mr.. Mingdcn.
Cant you walk somewhere clsc?"
Cant She put her bees somewhere
else?"
~But, uncle, all this seems such a
trivial affair"
Trivial. indeed, II you'd been stung
on your nose and your ear and your
cyclids. and everywhere else. would y14
call ii trivial? never eat honey. and
I've always considered beHs TO be an
absurdly overratcd section OF en-
to~mology. What business have her
bees TO be ~devouring all my flowers:
How would she like it hcrselfgr
Harry Mingdcn smiled 10 see the de-
gree OF fury to which the old gentle
man was gradually working himself
up. lie was already in Jack Trcvclyn',
confidence. and thus. to a certain ex
tent. enjoyed the unusual opportunit,
OF sccing both sides OF the question.
Look here. sir said he, did yol
ever hear OF the doctrine Of simizi,
simizibm ~curdntury'
..Eh?' said Mr.. Mingden-
"Nhy don't you set up a colony o
bce-hiyes. yourself? II her bees rife
your flowers, let yours 60 foraging int
her garden Let her see, as you sug
gcst. how she would like 1t herself. Pu
a row OF hives as close to your side o
the fence as you can get 1t. III the,
fight let EN- fight. Bees are an uncom
monty war-iike race, I'm told; IL the.
agree. what's to prevent 'em bringing
half the honey into your hiyes?'
by .Jove," said Mr.. MinGden. starting
70 his feet. II never thought OF that
III do IL! / wonder where the deuc'
they sell bees. There isn't m b
be lost"
~ think ] know Of a place where
could buy half . dozen hives" sal
Harry.
"Thc gentle man wants TO buy som
bees" said Fleda. Dear mamma do sci
yours; we can easily get all the hone,
we want"
"But I've kept bees all my life sal
Mrs Fenwick, piteously-
"Ycs, but they're such q care, mamma
now that you are 10 longer young, an
YOU are hardly able to look after then
in swarming time. and-"tshe dared no
alludc 70 the trouble they were making
in ncighborly relations. but glidcd swif'
" on TO the next vantage poinu-'1
will be just exactly the money wan
70 finish the sum for my wedding dress.
Mrs. Fenwick's face softened; sh
kissed Fleda's carminc cheek. with
deep sigh. (.
..For your sake, then. darling sal
she. But wouldn't for the worl
have Mr.. Mingden think that woul
conccde a single inch to-"
II don't know that 1t Is any OF MI
Mingden's business" said Fleda. quiet
~.
The next day Mr.. Mingdcn trotte'
down to look at his new possessions
TOO bad that Harry had 70 60 bac
TO town before he had o chance TO sc
how the bce-hivcs looked In The
place. so~liloquizcd he. "a capital ide'
that OF his, 'SimiyiI nni1ibw cnranfur
ha, ha, ha, Well, ! guess it'll be prett
much that! wonder what the old lad
will say when she secs the oppositio
apiary! Won't she be furious! la, b
hal"
He adjusted his ~spcctaclcs as b
FASTENED down towards the sum
south walk which had heretofore bee
the battle-ground. There was the 70
Of square, white hives on the side Of th