Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1890-05-30
"That's the very question:" said

best man at the wedding"
'Oh, Jack! 1hope he isn't as disa-
greeable as his uncle!" cried Elfsda.
''He's trump!"
"Besides, don't believe his uncle
will let him come!" added the girl.
''Not let him Gomez Why shouldn't
he?"
"Because he hates us so on account
of the bees"
"But, say, Fleda" cried the oung
man, 'this complicates mattersl l
promised to go and Sc, Harry Mingden
when was down here"
"Go and see him, then; but don't
mention the name of Fenwick, for your
life."
'Indeed I shall. Isn't it the name
of all others in which take the most
pride"
"oh, Jack, you will only make more
trouble! Itll be worse than the bees.
Promise me, Jack, or I'll never, never
speak to you again"
Aud Jack had to promise, after some
unwilling fashion.
Mrs. Fenwick, a pretty, faded little
widow was full charged with indigna-
tion when Fleda returned from her
stroll in the woods.
Mamma, what is the matter2" said
Fleda.
"One of the hives was t-tipped over
tonight" sobbed Mrs. FenwIck; "and
Pm sure he did it,"
'lt was the wind, mamma"
mo wind ever did that, Fleda.
But I set it up again. l will never,
never sacrifice my apiary to his absurd
prejudiccs."
Dear mamma, if you would only
have the hives moved to the other side
of the garden!' pleaded F.eda, caress-
ingly.
Sand sacrifice question of princi-
pie! Never! replied the widow.
Mrs. Fcnwick, ordinarily the most
amiable of women, was reused on this
subject to an obstinacy which could
only be characterized as vindictive.
And Mr.. Ezra Mingden was ten times
as bad as his neighbor.
"That woman is a dragoness, Hail.
ho cold IN b;e norbou, ,,CLo Joo,,
those bees simply to annoy me. hate
bees. Bees hate me. Every time l
walk there get stuug."
''But, uncle, you shouldn't brandish
your cane about So" reasoned Harry.
'Its sure to enrage EN-"
al don brandish it on the WON ans
side of the fence. If her abominable
buzzing insects persist in trespassing in
my garden, am not bound to protect
myself" sputterei Mr.. Mingden.
"Can't you walk somewhere elsea"
Cant she put her bees some where
else?"
"But, unc.e, all this seems such
trivial affair"
Trivial, indeedl If you'd been
stung on your nose and your ear and
your eyelids and everywhere else, would
you call it triviala never eat honey,
and I've always considered bees to be
an absurdly overrated section of ento-
mology. What business have her bees
to be devouring all my flowersa How
would she like it hcrself2'
Harry Mingden smiled to see the de-
gree of fury to which the old gentleman
was gradually working himself up. He
was already in Jack Trevelyns conf
dence, and thus, to certain extent,
enjoyed the unusual opportunity of see
ing both sides of the question.
'Look here, sir" said he, "why
don't you set up colony of bee hives,
yourself? If her bees rifle your flow
ers, let you're go foIsging into her gar
den. Let her see, as you suggest, how
she would like it herself. Put row
of hives as close to your side of the
fence, as you can get it. If they fight,
let 'em fight. Bees are an uncommon
ly war like race, I'm told; if they agree
what is 10 prevent 'em bringing half
the honey into your hives9"
''By Jove," said Mr.. Mingden, start
ing to his feet, IL never thought of
that. I'll do it'll ! wonder where the
deuce they sell bees! There isn't a
moment to be lost"
al think ] know of place where
could buy half dozen hives" said
Harry.
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''The gentleman wants to buy some
bees" said F,eda. "Dear mamma, do
sell yours; we can easily get all the
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