The Dispatch. [volume] (Provo City, Utah) 1891-1895, 1891-05-23
HIS KEIGHBOR'S BEES.


burned like beacon star in the cottags win
dow ON the hill
"Lookl" said Fleda Fenwick Mamma las
lighted the lamp! Its high time we were
home"
And you haven't said year, mournfully
uttered Jack Trevelyn.
And l don't mean to say yesl"
Jack seated himself on the stone wall, Just
where the bars had been taken down. He
was a handsome, sunburned fellow, witt.
sparkling, black eyes and rich, dark com
plexion, as if, in his far back ancestry, there
had been some olive browed Spauiard. Fleda
leaned against the bars, the moon turning her
fair hair to gold and lingering like blue sparks
in the deeps of her laughing eyes. If ever OPP
posites existed in nature, they existed there,
and then.
I've great mind to go away to sea, 3" said
Jack, slowly and vengefully.
DO" saucily retorted Fleda
"Aud never come back againln
"Od, Jackln
1.-The idea" he cried, raising both hands as
If to invoke the fair moon herself by way Of
audience 'of q girl refusing to be married
Ennply because she hasn't got some particular
sort of wedding gown to stand up in"
''lf / can't be married like other girls,
won't be married at all,n declared Fleda,
COMPRISING her rosy lips.
"The idea of keeping a man waiting for
thatl" groaned Jack
at won't be long," coa1ed Fleda.
''But, look here, Fleda, why can't we go
quietly to church and be married, any day,
and get the gown afterwardsT' pleaded Jack
But, Jack, it wouldn't be the same thing
at all. A girl gets married but once in her
life, and she wants to look decent then"
my own darling, you would look an angel
in anythingIn
Now, quit that, Jack!" laughed F1eda
"It's what my school children call 'taffy.'"
"I hate your school children said Jack
venomOusly. II hate your school. l despise
che trustees, and | should like to see the
building burn down. Then you would have
to come to me-"
mo, l shouldn't, averred Fleda 81 should
take in millinery and dressmaking until had
earned enough for the white silk dress.
never would-Oh, Jack Who's thatF
"A trampl I'll soon settle him with my
blackthornl" cried Trevelyn, springing up.
"No, don't" whispered Fleda, shrinking
close to him; ''it's Mr.. Mingden He's on his
own premises; these woods belong to him
It's we that are tresspassers. Waitl Stand
still until he has gone by. He's very near
sighted and he will never see usln
"And who" breathed Jack, as stout,
elderly person trotted slowly across the
patch of moonlight, and vanished behind
the stiff laurel hedge, ''is Mr.. MingdenT
Don't you knowl Our neighbor. The
new gentleman who has bought Smoke hall. "
''The old cove who is always quarreling
With your
"Yes-the very man who hates bees so in
tolerably, and wants mamma to take away
all those lovely hives, down by the south
fence. He says he can't take his constitu-
YionaI In peace, because he's always afraid of
being stung"
why don't he take it somewhere else,
thena"
That's the very question" said Fleda.
"Mingden, eh? believe he must be Harry
Lingden's uncle-it's not such very com.
mon name," said Jack, rehectively. "And
Harry's my college chum-and Pm going to
ask him to be my best man at the wedding"
"Oh, Jackl hope be isn't as disagreeabIe
as his uncle!" cried Elaeda
Hes TRIUMPH"
Besides, don't believe his uncle will let
him come" added the girl.
Not let him comet Why shouldn't her'
Because he hates us So"
"On account Of the beesi'
"Yes, on account of the bees
ITS regular Montague and Capulet bud-
ness, is it, ehfa
Rather so, I'm sfFsid, y zighed Pleda
But, l say, Fleda!" cried the young man,
@this complicates matters. / promised to
go and ace Harry Aingden when was down
here"
$50 and sec him, then; but don't mention
the name of Fsnwick for your life.a
Indeed l shau. Isn't it the name of all
others in which l take ths most pridef"
''0h, Jack, you will only make more trou
bic! It'll be worse than the bees. Promise
me, Jack, or I'u never, never speak to you
again"
And Jack had to promise, after some un-
wiling fashion.
Mrs. Feuwick, a pretty, faded little widow,
was full charged with indignation when Fleda
from her stroll in the woods
Y Mamma, what is the matter?" said Fleda.
Zone of the hives was t-tipped over to-
night, sobbed Mrs. Fenwick; land I'm sure
he did it.
IL was the wind, mamma.
'No wind ever did that, Fleda. But l set
it up again. l viii never, never sacrifice my
apiary to his absurd prsjudices'
Dear mamma, if you would only have
the hives novel TO the other side Of the gar
1en!" pleaded Fleda, caressingly.
"And sacrifice a question of principlel
Never" declared the widow
Mrs. Fenwick, ordinarily the most amiable
of women, was reused on this subject to an
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
10 his nephew. ''She keeps those bees simply |
10 annoy me- l hate bees Bees hate me, |
Every time l walk there get stung."
But, uncle, you shouldn't brandish your
'ana about so, reasoned Harry Its sure
% enrage 'em.n
81 don't brandish 1t on the woman's side of |
he fence. II her abominable buzzing lnsects
'ersist in trespassing in my garden, am not
'ound to protect mySelf" ssputtered Mr..
dingden.
"Can't you walk somewhere elSc7n
Cant she put her bees somewhere elsef'
''Duy uncle, all this seems such trivial
far"
Trivial, iadeedl II you'd been stung on
or ncse and your ear and your eyelids and
very else, would you call it trivial
neyas oSt hcro.-, sud I'ye always considered
'ees to be an absurdly overrated section OF
Whst business have her bees 10
'e devouring all nay sowsrsi How would she
Ike IL hersalff'
Harry Mingdsn asa1led 10 see the degree Of
'sry TO which the old gentleman was gradu.
ny working himself up. He ives already in
sek TrevelynS confidence, and thus, to q
ertaia extent, enjoyed the unusual opportu-
ity Of seeing both sides Of the question.
Look here, sirF' said he; "did YOU ever
ear Of the doctrine Of similia EinaiIibus Gu
anturf'
"I-hr' said Mr. Mingden.
"Why don't you set up colony Of bee
ives yourselfl If her bees rife your flowers
IT yours 90 foraging into her garden. Let