Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1890-05-10
Mingden,s business,n said Fleda, Quiet

Mingden's business" said Fleda, quiet
ly.
The next day Mr.. Mingden trotted
down to look at his new possessions
TOO bad that Harry had to 60 back
to town before he had chance to see
how the bce-hives looked in their
place." soliloquized he. "A capital idea,
that OF his; 'Similia similibws curdntur,'
ha, ha, ha! Well, guess it'll be pretty
much thatl l wonder what the old lady
will say when she sees the opposition
apiary! Won't she be furious! Ha, ha,
ha!"
He adjusted his spectaclos 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 the side Of the
fence-but 10! and beholdl 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.. Harry looked after that hisself."
~ hope you'll be very kind to them,
sir!" uttered q soft, pleading little
voice, and Elheda Fenwick's golden
head appeared just above the pickets of
the fence. sand ! never knew until
just now that it was gov who bought
them"
"Humph!' said Mr.. Mingden.
"But 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, the faltering voice
melted the old gentleman at last.
'Then don't let 1t make 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
on? So you're the little school-teacher,
are you? Pm blessed If don't wish
was young enough to go to school to
you myself"
Fleda ran back to the house in secret
glee.
Il do believe" she thought, 1.-THE
Montague and Capulet fcud is healed at
last! And / do believe Emitting her
blonde browse, that Jack told young
Mingden all about the bees, and that
that is the solution Of this mystery
But that evening there came pres
ent of white grapes from the Mingden
green houses 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 had only known he
liked bees, Ishould have thought very
differently of him. All this shows how
slow we should be to believe servants
gossip and neighborhood tattle! III
had known he was the purchaser. l
should have declined to negotiate; but
perhaps every thing has happened for
the BEST"
Jack Trevelyn thought so. when he
stood up in the village church, fort
night from that time, beside fair
vision in glittering white silk, and
vail that was like crystallized FROST
work. And the strangest part OF all
was that old Mr.. Mingden was there to
give the bride away!
II take all the credit to myself"
mischievously whispered Harry Ming
den, the ''best man." But I'm afraid
it is easier to set machinery in motion
than to stop it afterwards! And it's
just possible that may have an aunt.
in-law yet"
Stranger things have happened"
said the bridegroom. Amy Randolph,
in n. Y. Ledger.