Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1895-06-28
MiscellanenMs.
THE SOURCES PROPOSAL.

When the city visitors who swar med
around Maple Centre, and registered
their names by the score in the books of
the village hotel, strolled out on the
Maple road they always stopped ut the
Bubble farm house and cried "How
exquisite How picturesque !" And, for
the life of her, Miss Belinda Bubble did
not know why.
at amt as if I could afford coat Of
paint to the old house," said she. "It's
Just slate brown, with winter storms
and Summer suns, and the grape arbor's
all tumblin down for lack Of brace
or two of solid timber, and the we'll
sweep amt half as convenient as Mrs.
Claghorn's new chain pump, no way
you can fix il; and the stun wallis all
over grown with them pesky runnin'
vines and briers
To be sure, the four oclocks and
mornin' glories are sort o pretty by the
fence, and there amt no prettier holly
hooks in the country than them dark
red and cherry colored ones jest this
side Of the pear tree. AS for the hives,
| always did like bee. hives. even if it
wasn't for the honey My mother SGT a
heap O store by them beehiyes, and
there they've stood, nine of 'em in
row, ever since | can remember. And
there ANT no honey 10 all the country
as has got the flavor Of our'n. | don't
know whether it's Squire Carbunele's
large buckwheat field or that three clover
medder of Mr.. Darnells as does it But
you can fairly taste the sunshine aud
the flowers in it !"
It was genuine sight at swarming
time, when Miss Belinda issued forth
into the black and booming clouds, all
gloved and yelled and tied up in mos
quito netting, with tin pan and skim
mer in her hand
II ginerally have first rate good luck
with the swarns," said Belinda. Il
don't know when I've lost one, if only
folks would let them alone. But it's
tho meddlin' people that come to offer
their help that upsets me and the bees
Squire Carbuncle. now he's real scnsi-
Bile. He don't never come round in
terferiD' IF be sees the bees maxim
up their mind to swarm he jest gets Oft
his garden chair aud goes into the house
For bees, they're drcadfully sensible.
They have their likes and dislikes, jest
as human creatures bave-and they
never could get along with the Squire "
Squire Cnrbuncle was quiet. griz-
zle- headed man Of fifty, who farmed u
model farm, with all the new machinery
patents literally oiled with gold read
tho agricultural papers, and was always
'just going to" write an article for the
Gentle Farmer. Miss Bubble herself
was not much younger. She supported
herself in a genteel way by vcstmaking
for factory in the neighborhood.
II s'pose, )" said Miss Bubble, Squire
Carbuncle'll get married some day, and
| do hope he'll choose soclable wife
that can take comfort with, exchang
ing patterns and chatting Of an evening
over the garden fence"
belinda Bubble is sensible wo-
man." said Squire Carbuncle IN his
deep, s0norous voice. "To my certain
knowledge she has refused one OF TWO
shiftless fellows who wanted TO marry
her merely to be supported. She's a
good deal better off single than mar
riod."
Miss Belinda never said word when
Squire Carbuncle's liver colored setter
killed her favorite Muscoyy duck-and
the Squire, on his part, condoned the
offence when Miss Bubbles chickens
scratched up all his early lettuce and
made havoc with his seeding pansie'
and pinks.
"Neighbors ort 10 be Deighborly
said Miss Belinda. "And dogs's nature
is dogs nature. "
II must stop up the cracks under
the fence, said the Squire "Of course
Belinda can't help her chickens getting
through! No woman could
Thus matters we're when Miss Be