The Dispatch. [volume] (Provo City, Utah) 1891-1895, 1891-05-23

herself Put row OF hives as cIose 70 your
side Of the fence as you can get It. If they
fight, let em fight Bees are an uncommonly
warlke race, I'm told. II they agree, what's
10 prevent 'em bringing half the honey into
your hivesT
by JoveI" said Mr.. Mingden, starting to
nis feet, 81 never thought Of that I'll do it!
| wonder where the deuce they sell boesi
There isn't moment to be lost"
81 think l know OF place where l could
BUY half dozen hives" said Harry.
''The gentlAman wants to buy come 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, y said Mrs
Fenwick, piteousy.
Eyes, but they're such a care, mamma,
now that you are no longer young, and you
are hardly able to look after them in swarm
ing time, and"- (she dared not allude to the
trouble they were making in neighborly re-
lations, but glided swiftly on to the next
vantage point-'it will be just exactly the
money want to finish the sum for my wed
ding dress"
Mrs. Fenwick's fae~ softened; she kissed
Fleda's carmine cheek, Nith deep sigh.
"For your SAKE, thSn, darling" said she
"But l wouldn't for the world have Mr.
Mingden think that l would conceds a single
inch ton-
'I don't know that it is any of Mr. Ming
den's business, said Fleda, quietly.
The next day Mr.. Mingden Rotted dova
20 look at his new possessions
TOO bad that Harry had to go back to
town before he had chance to see how the
bee hives looked in their place" soliloquizea
he "a capital idea, that Of his sSirniha
similibus curantur,' ha, ha, hal Well, g,.ass
it'll be pretty much that! wonder what
he old lady viii say when she sees the opDo-
sition apiaryi Won't she be turiousi Ha.
ha, hal"
He adjusted his spectacles as he hastened
down towards the sunny south walk which
nai heretofore been tho battle ground. There
vas the row OF square, white hives on his
side of the fence-but lol and beholdl the
bench that had extended on the other side
vas vacant and desertedI
"Whym he exclaimed coming to an abrupt
standstill What has she dono with her
beesY'
"Sold em all to you, sir" said Jacob, the
gardener. "And fine lot they be! And not
an unreasonable price neither, Mr.. Harry
looked arter that hisself"
81 hope you'll be very kind to them, srl !"
uttered a soft, pleading little voice, and Elhs-
da Fenwick's golden head appeared just above
the pickets of the fence "And never knew
until just now that it was you who bought
themn
"HumphI' said Mr.. Mingden.
"But, hope, after this, kindly added Fle-
ble-as neighbors, 1 mean. 1t has made me
very unhappy, and"-
The blue eyes, the faltering voice, melted
the old gentleman at last
Then don't let it 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 ont So you're the little school
teacher, are you'll I'm blessed if don't wish
was young enough to go to school to you
myself"
FIeda ran back to the house in secret glee.
81 do believe she thought, "the Montague
and Capulet feud is healed at last And do
believe Emitting her blonde browE) that Jack
told young Mingden all about the bees and
that that is the solution of this mystery"
But that evening there came a present OF
white grapes from the Mingden greenhouses
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, should have
thought very differently Of him. All this
shows how slow we should be to believe serv
ants gossip and neighborhood tattlei Ii
had known he was the purchaser l should
have declined to negotiate; but perhaps every
thing has happened for the best"
Jack Trevelyn thought 80 when be stood up
in the village church fortnight from that
time, beside a fair vision in ghttsring white
silk and veil that was like crystalhxed frost
work. And the strangsst part OF all was
that old Mr.. Mingden was there to give ths
bride swayl
al take all the credit to myself" mischiev.
ously whispered Harry Ningdsn, the 'bsst
man" "But I'm afraid it il easier 10 set ma
chinery in motion than to stop 1t Afterwardsl
And it's just possible that may have an
Gunt-in-law yet"
Stranger things have happened, said the
bridegroom--Amy Randolph in New York
Ledger.