St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1890-07-05
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'se me-. Jack. or III never, never spsal
% you again"
And Jack had to promise, after some
unwilling fashion.
Mrs. Fenwick. . pretty. faded little
widow. was full charged with indigna,
ton when Fleda returned from he,
stroll in the woods
Mamma, what is the matter?" said
F1eda.
"One Of the hives was .t-tipped ovel
tonight" sobbed Mrs Fenwick; land
I'm sxre he did it"
ut was the wind, mamma"
mo wind v did that, Fleda. But
I set 1t up again. 1 will never, never
sacrifice my apiary to his absurd preju.
diceA"
"Deae mamma, il you would only
have the hives moved to the other side
Of the garden!" pleaded Fleda. caress.
ingly.
And sacrifice . question Of principle.
Never!" declared the widow.
Mrs. Fenwick, ordinarily the most
amiable Of women, was reused on this
subject 10 an obstinacy which could
only be characterized Is vindictive.
And Mr.. Ezra Mingden was ten times Is
bad as his neighbor.
THAT woman is . dragoness Hal,
he said to his nephew. ''She keeps
those bees simply to annoy me. l hate
bees. Bees hato ne. Every time
walk there l get stung."
"But, uncle, you shouldn't brandish
your ane about So" reasoned Harry.
'It's sure to enrage EN-"
II don's brandish it ON the woman's
side of the fence. II her abominable,
buzzing insects persist in trespassing in
my garden, am l not bound to protect
myself?' sputtered Mr.. Mingden.
Cant you walk somewhere else?"
Cant she put her bees somewhere
else?"
But uncle. all this seems such q
trivial Affair.""
Trivial. indeed! II you'd been stung
on your nose and your ear and your
eyelidA and everywhere else. would you
call it trivial? I never eat honey, and
I've always considered bees to be an
absurdly overrated section Of en-
tomology. What business have her
bees'to be d~evouring all my flowers?
How would she like it herself?"
Harry Mingden smiled to see the de-
gree Of fury to which the old gentle.
nan Was gradually working himself
up He was already in Jack T~revclyn's
confidence. and thus, to . certain ex-
tent, enjoyed the unusual opportunity
Of seeing both sides Of the question.
I Look here sir" said he, did you
cver hear of the doctrine Of similSd
simiz1Hs cHranfUr!"
'Eh?' said Mr.. Mingden.
"Why don't you set up Q colony OF
bee-hivcs, yourself? II her bees rife
your flowers, let yours go foraging into
her garden. Lot her see, - you sug-
gest now she would like IL herself. Put
a row. of hives as close to your side of
the fence as you can get it II they
fight let 'em fight. Bees are an uncom-
monty war-like race, I'm told; il they
agree. what's to prevent EN- bringing
half the honey into your hives?"
by Jove," said Mr.. Mingden, starting
to his feet, II never thought of that.
I'll do it! I wonder where the deuce
they sell bees! There isn't . moment t.
be lost"
II think I know Of . place where
could buy half . dozen hives," said
Harry.
1.-THE gentle man wants to buy some
bees, said Fleda. Dear mamma, do sell
yours; we car easily get all the honey
we want"
"But I've kept bees all my lifc." said
Mrs. Fenwick, ~piteously.
now tina t you are no longer young. and
you are hardly able to look after them
in swarming time, and-'(she dared not
allude to the trouble they were making
in neighborly relations, but glided swift
ly on to the next vantage point)-'it
will be just exactly the money I want
to finish the sum for my wedding dress"
Mrs. Fenwick's face softened; she
kissed F1eda's carmine cheek, with .
deep sigh.
For your sake, then, darling" said
she. "But l wouldn't for the world
have Mr.. Mingden think that I would
concede . single inch to-"
81 don't know that It Is any Of M.
Mingden's business" said Feda, 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 e
how the bee-hiyes looked in their
place." soliloquized he. "A capital idea,
that Of his, 'Simi6a sSimii1xs c~xrassur,'
ha, ha, ha! Well, ! guess it'll be pretty
much that! 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 spectaclcs Is 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
10! and behold! the bench
that had extended ON the other side was
vacant and deserted.
.sWhy," he exclaimed. coming 70 An
standstill; ''what has she done
with her bees?"
sold 'em all to you, sir" said Jacob.
the gardener. .And . fine lot they be;
md not IN unreasonable price. neither.
Mr.. Harry looked AFTER that hisself."
81 hope you'll b very kind to them,
uttered . soft, pleading little
voice, and Elheda Fe3wick's golden
head appeared just above the pickets OF
The fence. "And l never know until
Just now that IL ~ you who bought
.Humph!~ said Mr.. Mingden.
..But l hope. after this" kindly added