Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1890-05-30
HIS NEIGHBOR'S BEES.
BY AMY RANDOLPH.

It was still, frosty evening in Octo-
Der, with the moon just old enough to
cast ruddy light on the lcaf-carpeted
path, and the ancient stone wall, all
br o;dered over with lichcns and moss.
The air was instinct with sweet aro-
matte scents, and one red light burned
like beacon star in the cottage window
on the hill.
"Looki" said Fleda Fcnwick.
"Mamma has lighted the lamp! It's
high time we were home"
"And you haven't said yes!' mourn
fully uttered Jack Trevelyn.
''And don't mean to say yes!"
Jack seated himself on the stone wall.
Just where the bars had been taken
down. He was handsome, sun burned
fellow, with sparkling black eyes and
rich, dark complexion, as if, in his
far back ancestry, there had been some
olive br owed Spaniard. Fleda leaned
against the bars, the moon turning her
fair hair to gold and lingering ike blue
sparks in the deeps of her laughing
eyes. If ever opposites existed in
nature, they existed there, and then.
I've great mind to go away to
sea-" said Jack, slowly and vengefully.
"Do, saucily retorted Fleda.
''And never come back againr'
"Oh, Jack!'
"The idea," he cried, raising both
hands as if to invoke the fair moon her
self by way of audience, .'of girl re-
fusing to be married simply because she
hasn't got some particular sort of
wedding gown to stand up in"
''If can't be married like other
girls. won't be married at ALL" de-
clarcd Fleda, COMPRISING her rosy
lips.
''The idea of keeping man waiting
for thatT' groaned Jack.
'It won't be long" coaxed Flcda.
''But, look here, Fleda, why can't
we go quietly to church and be mar
ried, any day, and get the gown after
wardsa' pleaded Jack.
''But, Jack, it wouldn't be the same
thing at all. A girl gets married but
once in her life, AMI she wants to look
decent them"
my own darling you would look an
angel in anything!'
NOW, quit that, Jack!' laughed
Flcda. ''lt's what my school children
call taffy.'"
= II hate your school children" said
Jack, venomously. Il hate your
school. l despisc the trustees, and
should like to see the building burn
down. Then you would have to come
to me-"
''No, shouldn't" averred Fleda.
Il should take in millinery and dress
making until l had earned enough for
the white silk dress. never would -
Oh, Jackl Who's that9"
IA trampa I'll soon settle him with
my blackthorn" cried Trevelyn, SPRING
ing up.
mo, don't" whispered Fleda,
shrinking close to him; ''it's Mr..
Mingden. He's on his own premises;
these woods belong to him. It's we
that are trespassers. Wait! Stand
still until he has gone by. He's very
near sighted, and he will never see
u.s."
Sand who," breathed Jack, as a
stout elderly person trotted slowly
across the patch of moonlight, and van
ished behind the stiff laurel hedge, sis
Mr.. Mingdena''
Don't you know2 Our neighbor.
The new gentleman who has bought
Smoke Hail."
''The old cove who is always quar-
reling with your
"Yes-the very man who hates bees
so intolerably, and wants mamma to
take away all those lovely hives, down
by the south fence. He says he can't
take his constitution in peace, because
hes always afraid of being stung."
why don't he take 1t somewhere
else, thsHs