Arizona republican., 1910-02-23

pattern over the thick green grass There was scent of red clover; and bees, at their seappoined task twanged like tiny viols.
 But Johnstone was not bothering himself much with tant rose hillock. and beyond it lay another field shut of at its farther side by high hedge.
 1 believe can make the hedge to-day" he said to himself.
 Here goes!" He ran swiftly along the top of his knoll cleared the end of it with long jump and glded of into space.
 Like huge tropical bird he sped through the air to the second knoll He felt his feet swish through the high grass, and he chuckled the machine kept up its speed.
 Halfway across the second field the summer breeze died down. the impetus of the aeroplane slackened Then the hedge approached: Johnstone raised the front planes bit. the wings lifted in 2 last spurt, and he topped the highest bit of the hedge, giving it tremendous kick he passed over. and the scarlet wings sunk gently to earth depositing Johnstone at the feet of little brown who dropped pair of opera-glasses and stared dsbelievngly.
 beg your pardon" said Johnstone.
 was looking for bee, said the girl.
 q must have frightened you," went on Johnstone, and reached for her opera glasses.
 " Thank you" said the girl taking them. Are you are you on your way-anywhere?"
 'I have arrived replied Johnstone q go little farther each day. To-day tried to make the hedge
 The girl had been staring at him. Her brown eyes were big and solemn, like frightened chids.
 Suddenly she sank the ground buried her face in her hands and rocked to and fro.
 '1 have frightened you half to death" cried John stone, rcmorsefuly.
 He uggcd at the straps that held his wings but the girl looked up and waved at him small protesting "oh don't, rlease don't take them off, she begged ehokingly " I'll not laugh any more" She searched wasn't really funny only I'd any before close to- Ihcyre lovely And it's such nice way to go about. isn't it?
 She rose. wiping her eyes Johnstone now had the planes off they lying. big stretches of let, on the ground. The girl pointed toward them.
 ~~Oh, would you will you please let me try theml" She raised adorable little face to Johnsone, who hardened his heart and looked upon her coldly.
 Certainly not" he said
 No woman might laugh at Johnstone with impunity. !" You angry" said this suddenly soft-eyed be- seeching person. And 1 don't blame you But I was looking for bee" her mouth quivered again "A beei' questioned Johnstone.
 "Yes, l am bee hunting But what bees com pared to flying s-machines?'
 Bees are hying-machines," argued Johnstone
 Oh yes, of course And you sure, quite sure?" As she asked the question she nodded her brown head toward the scarlet mass on the ground
 "Yes quite sure, replied Johnstone very decidedly. The girl sighed then walked few steps away and picked up brown box from the grass. She looked around vaguely.
 "I must have dropped the opera glasses again." she said. -" I'm always losing them They're fathers
 ohnstone returned them to her for the second time She smiled at him.
 a mar flying it. she said " He will be interested. Good morning"
 There is honcy in it A bee goes in and then out again. You follow the bee. Good morning
 That is where you need the wings" said Johnstone relaxing to a smile.
 They would be convenient" admitted the girl " But one walk after bee very easily When you lose him, you wait little-and always another bee appears"
 She looked at Johnstone specuatively.
 Good by" she said again
 How far do you follow themf
 "On what?"
 The girl sank down on the soft grass again. and laid ;" You must know she explained patiently. that bees store their honey in tree"
 4" Not in hives?" asked Johnstone " I thought--" beac rctiiI I-s-it1 of Daficu you find the tree and cut it down.
 "A simple and natural process" commented John stone. An ancestral oak for a couple of dollars worth of honeyi'
 The girl rose to her feet.
 It isn't such exciting sport flying" she said, :" but after all, hurts the bee, and all ways the ancestral oak in ones ancestral fireplace Her sunburned freckled face looked pleasantly Johnsone. frlled sunbonnet hung at her neck, and her brown-checkcd gngham dress open a bit at the throat She held the cigar-box carefully under tanned half bare arm; the abused glasses hung lessy from slim brown fingers.
 Of sudden it seemed to Johnstone. inventor by choice. and professor of mathematics by education that personally conducted bee hunt the thing He remarked with dihidence, If you're quite l won't be in your way he paused
 The girl looked startled for moment. Then her solemn eyes-eyes that belied the mobile mouth-took a soft shining
 of course. there's really no reason why you should be in my way The fields wide enough, there are plenty of cigar boxes and as for the bees You know mean may l go with you? he said The brown little face flushed under its tan, but she looked gallantly into Johnstone's face r Why not? she asked
 Let take the cigar box" said Johnstone Perhaps it had better be the opera a-glasses" turned the girl.
 On shaded knoll they rested after time. The eigar-box with its seductive contents set to lure passing bee into its depths But the bees dron ing mild unincrrupting sound and several bees had their fill while this conversation on " And you really invented it yourself?"
 We'll mo- not exactly. I've improved on an old idea think in time I'll get it will be practical" " m sure you will. And you're really the man who lives in that dear little troley-car house? Father and have often wondered who had had the ingenuity to make of that stranded car. It must be very de- lightul to do quite what you want to do Now. can never do quite what want to do; or, if can is only for very short time"
 Poor childi i" thought Johnstone, "she longs to