Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-06-01

~Aud since bees share with man ono common fate
In health. IN sickness. and in turns of state.
s Observe their symptoms when they fall
And langush in insensible decay."-Dryden's Virgil
~rr THE stock had not been old and overcrowded
the wax-moth would have entered but
L-~Mhere bees thick tho comb there must
-atc1ness parasites. The heat of the hive
Axasrtgsns-vith the June honeynow and though tho
.aaaoese-Mefked until their wings ached. to keep peo-
efybody suffered.
2bN6E b6e craw1ed the greasy tramped alfsht-
fng-nU&rd Excuse me-" she began. but It's my nrst
honsy-nisht. Could kindly tell me II THE is my
Own hiveT the Guard snapped Yes! BUZZ
in, and % foul-brooded to you! Next"
"shamev' cried half a dozen old workers with worn
wings and and there was q scufhe and . num-
The little gray wax-moth. pressed close in
alighting board. had waited this chance
day. She scuttled in like ghost, and. knowing
the senior bees would turn her out at once lodged
into . brood-frame. whore youngsters. who had not
the winds blow the flowers nod. discussed
hfe Here safe. for young bees will tolerate
any stranger. Behind her came the bee who
had been slanged by the Guard.
What II tho world like Melissa said COM
panioA-
:, -crue,, MADE fgll load Of azss:sls:s ssss and and
the Guard told nae. to 30 and be foui1ssesesss shs
sat down In the cool draft across the combs !.
III you'd only heafd." said the wss-acs1.1s iiy;
the insolence OF the Guards when she cursed
sister! aroused the Entire Community She
laid egg. She stolen in for that purpose
There a bit of fuss on the Gate Melissa
chuckled. You there. Miss -? She DID
not know how to address tho slim stranger.
Don't call Miss I'm sister to all In aniie-
tion-just working sister. My heart bled for you
beneath your load" The wax-mDth caresssd Melissa
with her soft feelers and laid another ess.s-
You mustn't lay here" cried Melissa. you aren't
/. Queen"
my dear child give you my most solemn
those aren't eggs Those principles. and
ready to die for them" She raised her voice lit
tie above the rustic and tramp round her II you'd
like to kill me, pray DO"
Don't be unk.nd, Melissa" said young hes,in
pressed by the chs:ssa the wax moths wink.
which hid her ceaselesssegs- dropping s"
ANYTHING" Melissa answered. she's
-Ah. let your conscience reproach you later.
but when you've killed me. write me. At least.
that loved her fellow-workers."
Laying at every sob. the wax-moth backed into
Q crowd Of young bees and left Melissa bewildered
and annoyed So she lifted her little voice In the
darkness and cried: "Stores!" till gang OF cell
oilers hailed her. and she left her load with them.
I'm afraid foul-brooded just now said
voice her should.. I'd been the Gate for
three hours and would foul-brood the Queen her
self after that No offense meant"
None taken" Melissa answered cheerily shall
be on guard myself. some day. What's next do?"
There's a rumor OF Deaths Moths about.
Send gang of youngsters to Gate and tell them
narrow 1t with couple of stout scrap-wax pillars.
1tL make the Hive hot, but can't Death
Headers in the middle of the honey-now"
MY Only Wings 1 should think not" Melissa
had all sound bees hereditary against the
big. saueaking. feathery Thief Of the Tumble
you who aren't feeding babies, leg. Scrap
wax pillars for the Ga-ate! She chanted the order
1t length.
answered. I'm the first place. I heard OF
Deaths Header coming into hive. People don't
such things In the second. building pillars
'em out is purely Cyprote trick unworthy OF Brit
ish bees In the third. IL trust Deaths Head.
will trust you. P1llar-bulding shows lack of
ndence. Our dear sister in gray says So.
Yes. Pillars English and provocative.
and waste OF wax that 10 needed for higher
practical things" said the Waxmoth from
empty stors-cell
The safety of tho Hive is the highest thing
heard Of. You mustn't teach refuse work."
Melissa began.
the OF life: expend precious
ing vitality labor imaginary danger,
that is heart-breakingly absurd II only teach
little tolerat1on-a little ordinary kindness
toward that absurd old DOGGY cali the Deaths
Header, shant have lived In vain"
She hasn't lived in vain. the darling cried twenty
bees together. You should her sanity life.
principles, and-and-she looks lovely
An old. baldish bee the
pillar workers for tho Gate! Get
scraps. Buzz on" she said. Tho Waxmoth slipped
aside
The young bees trooped the frame-whs-
what's the matter with emp" said the oidst.r
why do they call each other 'ducky' darling.
Must be the weather" She shifted suspiciously.
rHorrid, stuny smell here. Like atae quilts Not
Wax-moth hope Melissa"
Not to my knowledge" said Melissa. who. OF
course. only knew the Wax-moth lady with prin-
sples and had thought to report her presence
red dragon flies