The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1910-02-06
BEE-HUNIINC

JohuStonc frowncd intcntly AS he ad-
Jusicd TO his shoulders the bamboo frames
with their squares OF scarlet SILK.
He stood upon a rise OF ground IN q
big nold BuJtcrcups and daisies spreaa
a whito-and gold pattern over the thlcI,
green grass. There was scent OF red
clover. mad bccs. at their sell i-appoihteu
task. twangled like tiny ylols.
But Johnstonc was not bothcring MN.
self much with the picturcsqueness ol
the spot. y stone throw distant. rose q
hillock. and beyond it lag another neIu
shut off at its farther sido oy hien
hedge
il believe can make the hedge today" "
he said IA himself.
Hero goes!' He ran swiftly along the
top OF his knoll, cleared the END OF II
With long jump and slided OH INTO
Like huge tropical bird he, spread
through the air TO the sccond Knoll
He icli his feet swish through the hign
grass, and he chuckied as the machine
kept UP its speed.
iIalf-way across the second Held the
summer breeze died down. the impetus
OF tho aeroplane slackened Then Tho
hedge approached. Johnstonc raised the
front planes d bit the wings littcd IN
a last spurt and he. topped the highest
Kick as he passed over. and the scarlet
wings sunk gently To Garth; deposltlns
tombstone at the feet OF a little. brown
glasses and stared disbelicvingly.
Il beg Your pardon" said tombstone.
i was looking for bee said the
girl.
4 must have frightened YOU" said
Johustone, and reached for her opera
slasses.
them. Are you-are you on your way
anywhere"
Il have arrived replied Johnstone Il
80 little farther each day Today
KlT lfrn
The girl had been staring at him. Her
brown eyes were big and solemn. like
a frightened child's.
suddenly sho sank to the ground. buried
fro.
Il have frightened you half to death"
cried Johnstone. remorsefully,
lie tugged a the straps That held his
Wings but the girl looked up and waved
AT him small protesting hand.
Oh dom please don't take them Off.
more. She searched FOR her handker,
chief Please keep them on. 1t wasn't
really funny only fd never seen any be-
fore, fore-eose se TO. They're lovely; And it's
She rose, wiping her eyes tombstone
now had the planes off, they were lying.
two big stretches OF scarlet. on the
ground The girl pointed toward them.
oh, would you, will you please let me
she raised an adorable little face TO
IOlnSlOne. WHO nHfUCncu MS ncdlI ana
looked upon her coldly.
Ccrtsl lnly not he said
No woman might laugh at Johnstone
with impunity
soft-eyed. beseechng person. And ]
cont blame you. But WAS looking for
a bee" her mouth quivering again.
~ bcc?" ques STONED Johnstone.
Yes. am bee hunting. Bu, what are
bees compared 60 flying machines"
Bees arc flying machines" argued
',Oh, yes. 70 course. And YOU are sure.
quite surep
AS she asked the question she nodded
her brown head toward the scarlet mass
Yes. quite sure" replied Johnstone.
very decidedly.
The girl sighed, then walked few
ns %y Sc a pGsSS sSS ooeS brown nrosd sSd
vaguely.
Il must have dropped the opera glasses
ass1n' ,651I ,;hs she ss'd; I'm always losing
tombstone returned them TO her :or the
second time
She smiled at him
7 shall etll father that | have seen an
seroplane nad a man flying it, she said.
''lie will be Interested. Good omrning."
What Is the box for?" asked John
There is honey in H. 4 bee goes in
and then out again You follow the bee.
Good morning"
~" ~ F" NHtIt Npu n'Su l'e WlnBS,
said JohnEtone. relaxing TO smile.
They would be convenient " admit
ted the girl. But one can awlk after a
bee very easily. When You lose him You
wait a little-and always another beo
appears"
She looked at Johnstone spcculatively
Goodbye" she said again.
How far, do you follow them2"
IT depends.
ON whatp'
Tho girl sank down on the soft grass
again, and laid aside her box.
You must know" she explained pa
tiently, that bees store their honey In a
Not in hives?" asked Johnstone 81
thought"
Wild bees" still with an air of pa
tence Then you find the tree and cut
it down
"A simple and natural process" com
mented Johnstone. IAN ancestral oak for
a couple Of dollars worth OF honey
The girl rose TO her feet
1T isn't such an exciting sport as fly
ing she said, but. after all. no one
hurts the bee. and one can always use
the ancestral oak In ones ancestral fire.
place
Her sunburned. frcctled face looked
plea sanity on Johnstone A frlled sun
bonnet hung at her neck. and her brown
checked gingham dress was open bit
at the throat. She held the cigar box
carefully under one tanned half-bare arm.
the abused glasses hung carelessly from
slim brown fingers.
or a sudden II seemed 90 Johnstone
inventor by choice, and professor of