The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-02-04

related to me. Better go over to Taylor,s to-
night and ask Sarah to go to the circus with
you.''
But George didn't. and a month later he
almost paralyzed his father by saying:
dad, have asked Polly Blair to marry
me, and she has consented
"Jerusha, but you don't mean it," shouted
the father as he jumped clear OFF the ground.
Il do" was the quiet reply
But you can't marry her, George. I for
bid you to. I'll never give my consent to
any such thing. If you want to marry, go
over and ask Sarah Taylor to have you
I'll never do it!''
mere was open rebellion at last, the first
| time the son had ever questioned. parental
authority. Uncle Jerry's first thought was to
| lock the boy up in the smokehouse, the next
| to threaten to disnherit him Then his
shrewdness came to his aid, and he said:
we won't say no more about it just now,
! but when we come to have a talk I guess we
can agree
Three days later he drove up to the Widow
| Blair's. He intended to pitch in so vigorously
| that the widow and her daughter would order
| him off the place and his son after him. AS
| he drove up he saw the widow out in the or
| chard and heard her drumming on tin pan
/ He turned in that direction. He was thinking
of how he should open the matter when some
| thing buzzed past his ear, and ten seconds
I later he found his head in a circling cloud Of
i
| ing. No matter whether the bees took him
| for rosebush or a sunflower they began set
| Ting down on his head and shoulders. In five
minutes he was almost hidden from sight and
perfectly helpless One move Of his hand
would have resulted in a thousand stings.
"Well, Uncle jerry" said the widow as she
carefully advanced, ST was rather expecting
you. I am glad you've come. / suppose you
want to talk about George and Polly getting
married 2"
"Y-yes," softly replied the caller. ~ came
to say that have told George it mustn't be"
.'oh, you did. Well quite agree with
you. and you go back home
s'But how can go?''
"Any way you wish. If you carry the bees
home, I hope you will bring them back to-
| morrow"
'But I can't do it.'' he walled 81 dasn't
move foot. If the bees get mad, I'm dead
mani"
Eyes, to be sure, but I've got other work
ON hand. I don't think you'll have to stand
| here week before the bees will find
| the new hive
| Lord, widder but you won't leave me in
| this fix! You couldn't have the heart to do
it."
1 ooh, it's to talk about hearts, she
| replied. George and Polly have both got
/ hearts, but it's nothing to US. I wonder just
how many bees are hanging to your right
ear?"
Millions, wilder, Millions he hoarsely
| whispered, "and millions more to my hat and
! hair and chin. Can't they be scraped of?''
| "Not to-day, Uncle Jerry. hear you don't
like me-
''But do You beat me in them lawsuits,
but you ought to, guess"
s'But you don't like Polly
eyes, do. Polly is the incest girl in all
this county,
| ''She is that-but how you move about.
You must stand as steady as tree. Yes,
| Polly is nice girl
But do something for mel he entreated.
! GLOW can I? You don't like me. and you
! don't want George and Polly to marry, and
''Widder Blair" came the whispered words
from amid the bees. 81 like YOU. 1 like
Polly"
''And George?"
"He may marry Polly to-morrer. Hang it.
only get these bees off n me, and George and
me will marry the hull caboodle Of you before
sundown.'
Uncle Jerry's word was considered good
as his bond, and half hour later by care
full manipulation, the bees were hfved and he
was free to 60 Pale-taced and weak in the
knees he drove into the barnyard, calling to
his son:
George, go over to the Wilder Blair's to-
night and ask Polly if she'll be ready to
. marry you week from to-day