Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1896-10-10
a pEl.upED BEE.
Mistook the Flower of Art for Those
of Nature.

Mfsfool< the Flower of Art Tor Tnose
of Nature.
There Is something provocative Oh
much reflection In the incident commu'
nicated to us by correspondent. he
was sitting with a number OF otner
guests, upon the lawn at garden
party in London, when he observed
large humble bee winging its fiight TO-
ward the clusters OF many-coloreh
flowers upon the hat Of young lady
who was one OF the company. lie does
not mention what especial noweS
We're inflated upon the hat In ques-
ton, but the present fashion Is 10 AIS
play so varied collection or forms
and hues that credulous bee might
easily think herself In a well furnished
country garden on alighting upon any
out-of-door couture of the present time.
The insect In this case was not only
deceived in the first instance by the
exact resemblance OF the work OF the
modlste to that OF Dame Nature, out
evidently found nothing ON closer ac-
quaintance to prevent her from ran
sacking the bloom In search or money!
and, being disappointed In nrst, sec
ond. and even third essay, appeared 10
have gone on examining each bud OF
silk, satin or muslin until she was
seen TO mediate dlsconsolately upon
the edge Of the last fallaclous flower,
and then TO fly away, honeyiess, and,
no doubt, extremely embarrassed by
| the discovery that the world contained
such Illusions and receptions for hard
working bees. The innocent insect
\ fhInLr tfs hla tanNhpd
| One would have thought, Of course.
that a humble bee was far too good a
| Judge OF the products OF the field and
| the garden to be taken In by the very
cleyerest stimulation OF them which
| the fingers of a Partisan hat-dresser
could put together. The coarser tex
turc, the deficient fragrance, the faulty
tint, the absence of proper stamens
and pistils ought, one would have said,
to have made that London bee little
| ashamed of such an error. Yet, obyt-
ously, IL is not so. The bee. accus-
toned to find honey wherever she
spled certain sorts OF blossoms, de
tects her fayorite species, and takes
the false for the true, as so many oil
Us also take It.
We can fancy the begulled little
creature pf,inging into the first artiii
cial bloom with eager expectation. into
the second with surprise, into the third
with disappointment, into the fourth
fifth and sixth with dismay, disgust
and indignation, until finally SHE
crawls out upon the Tuscan straw Of
the iady's headgear-an astOnished
angry and disiliusloned being. "Whatf
we may imagine her exclaiming, "fow
ers without honey, and Of such color
too. and such perfect shape" VIII no
that bee, too wise henceforth for III
kind, wander over the flower beds an'
hedgerows of England misdoubtlnl
everything the red cloyc
globes for arch imposters. and the pur
pie foxgloves for hypocrltes; dibe
lieying In the sweetness OF honey
suckle, and not daring to trust hersel
In an umbel OF mcadowsweetl Sue
an experience must be as II we shoul'
find the rain falling from the sky blacl
and bitter, or the river running sal
from the hills. The modern art OF mil
linery has had no more magic tr
umph-if we will just consider it--tha
In this little passing story Of the be
at the London garden party.-I.ondO
Telegraph.