Morning journal and courier., 1891-01-02
THE WASP AND THE NUN.
The Good Turn the one Did by Dis
 turbfug the other.

The Good Turn the one Did by Dis-
 turbfng the other.
 In the last installment of Mir. Stockton's s new serial in the Atlantic, ''The House of Martha" the hero engages nun as aman- uensis He is unable to see her face or speak to her, and she is separated from him by grating. Their acquaintance, however, is made by the offices of & wasp. MT. Stockton is at his best in this descrip- tion:
 v It was about 10:30 think, and the morn ing was warm and pleasant, when there gently sailed into the secretary's room, through the open window, wasp. I saw him come in, and do not think ever be- held a more agreeable or benignant insect. His large eyes were filled with the light of a fatherly graciousness. His semi-detached body seemed to quiver with helpful i'm pulse, and his long hind legs hung down beneath him as though they were out stretched to assist, befriend, or succor. With wings waving blessings and buzz of cherry greeting, he sailed around the room, now dipping here ,now there, and then cir cling higher, tapping the ceiling with his genial back.
 The moment the nun saw the wasp, a most decided thrill ran down the back of her shawl. Then it pervaded her bonnet, and finally the whole of her. As the be- inefficient insect sailed down near the table she abruptly sprang to her feet and pushed back her chair I advanced to the grat- ing, but what could dot Seeing me there, and doubtless with the desire immediately to assure me of his kindly intentions, my friend Vespa made a swoop directly at the front of the nuns bonnet. With an undisguised ejaculation, and beating wildly at the insect with her hands, the nun bounded to one side and turned her face full upon me. I stood astounded. forgot the wasp.
 I totally lost sight of the fact that 6 young woman was in danger of being bad ly stung. I thought of nothing but that she was young woman, and a most aston ishingly pretty one besides. The state of terror she was in opened | wide her lovely blue eyes, half-crimsoned l her clear white skin, and threw her rosy 1 lips and sparkling teeth into the most en. chanting combinations.
 "Make it go away!" she cried, throwing | one arm, and thereby pushing back heI gray bonnet, and exhibiting some of the gloss of her light brown hair. Cant you kill ita'
 Most gladly would have rushed in, and shed with my own hands the blood of my friend Vespa, for the sake of this charming young woman suddenly transformed from barrow-bonneted principle. But I wa, l powerless. I could not break through ths grating; the other door of the secretary'i room was locked.
 'Don't strike at it," said; ''remain a. motionless as you can, then, ,perhaps,i it will fly away. Striking at wasp only enrages it."
 '1 can't stay quiet" she cried; nobody could!" and she sprang behind the table making at the ame time another slap al the buzzing insect.
 'You will surely be stung," I said, 'ii you act in that way. If you will slap al the wasp, don't use your hand; take some thing with which you can kill it." l ssWhat can takel" she exclaimed, now running round the table, and stopping close to the grating. "Give me some thing" | I hurriedly glanced around my study. saw nothing that would answer for a weap on but . whisk broom, which seized, anf