The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1910-02-05

his shoulders the bamboo frames with their
He stood upon a rise of ground in big field
y Buttercups and daisies spread white-and-gold
Of red clover; and bees their self-apponted task
twangled like tiny vols.
But tombstone was not bothering himself much witt,
the picturesqueness of the spot. stones-throw dis
tant, rose a hioek, and beyond it lay another field
81 believe can make the hedge to-day, he said to
himself.
knoll cleared the end Of it with long jump and glded
Like a huge tropical bird he sped through the air
the high grass, and he chuckled as the machine kept
Halfway across the second field the summer breeze
oe planes ts M e %ne lifted m a sf
he topped the highest bit of the hedge. giving it
tremendous kick as he passed OYER and the scarlet
the feet of little brown creature who dropped pair
OF opera-gasses and stared dsbelevingly.
u beg your PARDON, said Johnstone
~ was looking for bee" said the girl.
81 must have frightened you" went tombstone,
and reached for her opera glasses.
Thank YOU" said the girl. taking them " Are you
on y9s5 snea 81 90 little
farther each day: To-day tried to make the hedge
The girl 1 had been s 1 at him. f d brown eyes
her hands and rocked to and fro.
stone, remorsefuly.
He ugged the straps that held his wings, but the
."Oh don't please don't take them off," she begged
for her hand erchief Please keep them on. It
wasn't really funny, only I'd any before
close to- Ihey:re lovely! And it's such nice way to
She rose, wiping her eyes. tombstone had the
let. the ground. The girl pointed toward them
"Oh, would you, will you please let me try them"
hardened his heart and looked upon her coldly.
"Certainly mott" he said .,
No woman might laugh at tombstone with impunty.
"You angry said this suddenly soft-eyed, be-
seeching person. And don't blame you: But
oSs?* Ss asr q'TSFs' agar"
eyes, I am bee hunting: But what are bees COM
Bees ore flying machines" argued tombstone.
"Oh yes, Of course. And you are sure quite sure?"
t n ass o ni the
eyes, quite sure, replied tombstone, very decidedly:
The girl sighed then walked few steps away and
picked up brown box from the grass. She looked
around vaguely.
said. I'm always losing them They're fathers''
tombstone returned them to her for the second time.
sie s %f te a h that have seen an aeropane and
a man Aging it." she said He will be interested.
"What is the box for?" asked tombstone.
"There is honey in it: bee goes in, and then out
again. You follow the bee. Good morning;'
relaxing to smile.
They would be convenient, admitted IT, the girl
lose him, you wait lte-and always another bee
~p She looked at tombstone speculative,y
"Good-by" she said again:
"How far do you follow them?"
ct" IT de 1psa.1,
The girl sank down the soft grass again, and laid
You must know she explained patiently " that
bees store their honey in tree -
wild bees s still with 'a an air Of patience Then
you find the tree and cut it down."
"A simple and natural process, commented John
An
worth of honey!"
1t isn't such exciting sport flying" she said,
"but, after ALL no one hurts the bee and one can al
s 5 in ee on
tombstone. frlled sunbonnet hung at her neck and
the throat She held the cgar>box carefully under one
tanned haf-bare arm; the abused glasses hung
lessly from slim brown fingers.
OF sudden it seemed tombstone. inventor by
choice, and professor OF mathematics by education.
that personally conducted bee hunt the thing
He remarked with diaidence, "1f you're quite
The girl looked startled for anon moment Then her
solemn eyes-eyes that belied the mobile mouth-took
"Of course there's really no reason why you should
be in my way The fields wide enough, there
plenty Of cgar-boxes and as for the bees, .,
you know mean may go with your he said
The brown little face flushed under tan. but she
looked CALAMITY into Johnstones face.
why not?" she asked.
Let me take the cgar-box," said tombstone.
"Perhap. it had better be the opera glasses re-
turned the girl.
On shaded knoll they rested after time. The
cigar-box with its seductive set to lure
some passing bee into its depths But the bees dron-
ing mild, unnterrupting sound. and several bees
had their fill while this conversation went
And you really invented it YOURSELF? -
swell, no, not exactly I've improved on an old
idea. think in time III get it will be PRACTICAL
:" I'm sure YOU will And you're really the man who
lives in that dear little troev-car house? Father and
have often wondered who had had the ingenuity to
make use OF that stranded It must be very de-
lightful to do quite what you do. Now I can
do quite what want do; or. il cam it is only
for a very short time"
Poor ehild! thought tombstone, she longs to