Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1890-05-10

my best man at the wedding.
"Oh, Jack! hope he isn't as disa-
greeable rs his uncle!" cried Elfleda.
Hes trump"
besides, ] don't believe his unclc
will let him GOMEZ" added the girl.
mot let him come? Why shouldn't
hep"
because he hates US So"
ION account of the bees?"
"Yes, on account Of the bees"
'It's regular Montague and Capulet
business, is 1t, eh?"
Rather so, I'm afraid" sighed Fleda.
but say, Fledaw cried the young
man, ''this complexities matters. Iprom-
ised to 60 and see Harry Mingden when
was down here"
Go and see him, then, but don't mem
ton the name OF Fenwick, for your
life."
Indeed / shall. Isn't it the name Of
all others in which l take the most
pride?"
"Oh! Jack, you will only make more
trouble! It'll be worse than bees. Prom
Use me, Jack, or Ill never, never speak
to 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 her
stroll in the woods.
Mamma, what is the matter?' said
Fleda
lone OF the hives was t-tipped over
tonight" sobbed Mrs. Fenwick; land
I'm sure he did it."
1T was the wind, mamma"
mo wind ever did that, Fleda. But
l set it up again. 1 Will never, never
sacrifice my apiary to his absurd preju-
dices."
Dear mamma, If 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 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 dragoness, Hal,
he said to his nephew. ''She keeps
those bees simply to annoy me. hate
bees Bees hate me. Every time l
walk there get stung.'
"But, uncle, you shouldn't brandish
your cane about So reasoned Harry.
''It's sure to enrage EN-"
II done brandish it on the woman's
side OF the fence. If her abominable,
buzzing insects persist in trespassing in
my garden. am 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 a
trivial affair"
Trivial, indeed! II you'd been stung
on your nose and your ear and your
eyelids, and everywhere else, would yOu
call it trivial? 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 devouring all my flowers?
How would she like it herself?"
Harry Mingden smiled to see the de-
gree of fury to which the old gentle
man was gradually working himself
up. He was already in Jack Trevelyn's
confidence. and thus, to certain ex-
tent, enjoyed the unusual opportunity
of seeing both sides of the question.
Look here, SIR" said he, did you
ever hear of the doctrine Of sImili0
similibus cuTdntur"
"Eh?" said Mr.. Mingden.
''Why don't you set up colony Of
bee-hives, yourself? If her bees rifle
your flowers, let yours go foraging into
her garden. Let her see, as you sug-
gest, how she would like it 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; II they
agree, what's to prevent 'em bringing
half the honey into your hives?"
"By Jove," said Mr.. Mingden, starting
to his feet, ~ never thought OF that
Ill do it! ] wonder where the deuce
they sell bees! There isn't moment to
be lost"
II think / know Of place where l
conld buy half dozen hives" said
Harry.
1.-THE gentleman wants to buy some
bees, said Fleda. Dear mamma, do sell
yours; we can easily get all the honey
we want"
"But I've kept bees all my life" said
Mrs. Fenwick, piteOusly.
Eyes, but they're such care, mamma.
now tina you are no longer young, and