The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1911-04-20
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A Bundle Bee Romance
BY LAWRENCE ALFRED CLAY

store reforms the stage when he turns
actor.
Next morning the horse and phae.
ton were brought out. and the nephew
logged away for the Jewett home.
You will probably meet with some
rebuffs," said the aunt as he was
ready to start.
"Oh, of course-of course. That's
what the publisher said, but I shall
not be discouraged. If 1 can get
Polly Jewett's name to lead OF with
l guess I'll be all right
And as the book canvasser took the
road Miss Polly Jewett finished wash
ing her hair and was sitting out in
the sun to dry It, She had a hammock
suspended between two trees on the
lawn, and there was sun there in
plenty. 1t was doing its work on her
hair, and she was lazily swinging to
and fro, when humble bee came that
way. He went around with bluff on
each shoulder. He espied the girl in
the hammock and alighted to inves-
tigate. He was met with slap that
knocked him a rod away, but he got
up at the count of nine and came
back. He alighted on Miss Polly's
shoulder, and the wild yell she utter
ed was echoed far and near.
The yell was heard by the book can
vasser, who was just driving up. He
leaped from his vehicle, dashed
through the gate, and headed the gir!
off and asked what was the matter.
She continued to scream and point to
her shoulder. The old humble bee
was still lingering about ready for
round No. 2, and Fred understood and
said:
"Ah, he stung you! Well. I believe
they use camphor or alcohol or flax.
seed poultice in such cases. Your
mother will know Lucky he didn't
sting you on the nose!"
Miss Polly suddenly ceased her fuss.
That is, she suddenly realized that
she had on a dressing sack-that her
hair was down-that one of her slip.
pers was run over. and that a we'll.
dressed and gentlemanly looking
young man stood before her with q
smile on his face.
Whom do you wish to see, sir!"
she stifly inquired.
This is Miss Polly Jewett?"
1T Is, sir!"
Il called to see Miss Polly Jewett
about poetry, but finding her suffer.
ing from the fiendish conduct Of 81.
gantic humble bee, will delay my err
rand to another time"
And he raised his hist and bowed
and walked to his vehicle and drove
away. The girl stood on the veranda
and looked after him for two min.
utes, and then turned away with the
observations:
II don't think he's a publisher-and
he isn't poet-and I can't say it's
an idiot. and I'll kill that old humble
bee If 1t takes me a week."
Mr.. Wanless drove back home. He
didn't want to hustle the canvassing
business too fast. The publisher had
told him to go slow until he got tho
hang Of it.
VoAl, uAu MlSS JeWeCC 8uDSCTlOo!'
asked Aunt Hildreth as her nephew
arrived.
mo, aunt. She had just been
stung by humble bee, and didn't
introduce the 'Freside Memories to
her notice. The publisher said I
hadn't better tackle people with
broken arms or legs or other griefs.
But you will 60 again.
Tomorrow, aunt, but not as a
book canvasser. shall ask for the
privilege of protecting Miss Polly
against humble bees all the rest Of
her happy days."
why. Fred. you haven't fallen in
love with her!"
,"Head-over-heels!"
"And you intend"
ITO court her and to marry her and
then get Job in stone quarry to
support her."
But IL haven't lost my money
and wanted you to see Polly and fall
in love with her-and-and-"
And a scheming and loving old
aunt, and nice young man, and a
whole lot Of money can accom-.
plish much.