The Leader, enterprise and press. (Fitzgerald, Ga.) 1915-1921, 1918-12-18
HONEY SWEET
BY Macy JORDAN GARTH.
Copyright. 1918. Western Newspaper UnioD.)
"volume one of my life-closed."

certain life of the average broker, he
had arrived at a point where every
dollar he had in the world must 60 to
meet his honest obligations, or he must
stand forth in the world dishOnored
bankrupt.
sowing nothing, owning nothing" he
unused, with half whimsical smile.
Il wonder what will open volume two
OF my life. Come in."
A rare good friend, Tom Daley, had
tapped at the half glass door, peered
In and came in, throwing himself into
q chair and strangely viewing the
trusted and beloved chum Of full
decade.
'sIt's true?" he asked, dismally.
"You've sold your membership"
Daere nodded, gravely but serenely.
There was a certain joyous satisfac-
ton In feeling load of debt lifted
from his shoulders.
"You don't want a pOsition-back'
ing, maybe a lOanY persisted gener-
ous-hearted Tom.
ssNOt q bit of it. The game hasn't
been worth the candle. l have no
thought Of renewing it. Good old fell
lowi you were one of the true ones"
"What's your plan?"
81 have none.
Tom meditated, modify surveying
his friend with real pity. He did not
like the sheer resignation of his mood.
It seemed ambitionless.
''Oh, by the way!' he spurred up
abruptly. ''Pve a draft for you. It's
only one hundred and seventy-five dol
lars, but it may be the forerunner OF
q regular income"
Daere glanced over the document
1t was dated at HOpeton. 1t was
signed Abner Wade.
"Must be a mistake" he submitted.
81 know no Abner Wade"
""You've forgotten, that's ALL" OBJ
served Tom. Zone of your many kind
deeds. Remember my coming to you
four years ago telling of an honest,
worthy old fellow named Wade, at
Hopeton, who had a little place and
wanted a thousand dollars to expert
ment in bee culture"
'Why, yes" dimly acceded Daere.
'There was broken-down old man
who had been a professor of ento-
anOlOgy in a college and his daughter,
Nuriel. / vouched for repayment and
gou never even asked for details. Well
this morning l got their first check.
IT seems that every dollar you loaned
chose worthy people, and every dollar
they have made has gone into heat
ing nlant to provide for the bees in
winter aaci 4 lot of Other new-fanTled
contraptions, invented for bees spe-
cially by the old professor. They have
lived, got out of debt the place Is
clear, prospects dazzling, and you can
imagine the delight of those square
deserving people to be able to begin
paying dividends"
"Why, there couldn't be more than
the usual 6 per cent interest" began
Daere.
1.-THE professor insists differently. He
has placed the title to the whole bust.
ness in your name and has settled on
an equal division of the profits. You
can't bulge him on that, so, in the
midst of this abominable poverty you
seem to take a JOY in adopting, yor
are not only landed proprietor, but q
partner in most promising business
II declared muttered Daere, really
interested, you give me something tt
think about"
He thought so much about it thai
morning saw him headed for Hope
ton. 1t was a pleasant diversion t.
weave fancy picture of rural fe
licity, to feel as though he had al
anchor settled somewhere. He made
an inquiry at the general store a
HOpeton as to Wade's bee farm.
"That's it." explained the man IL
charge, and pointed TO a written nd
vertisemeat tackled onto bulletin
board: "Wanted-Man for light work,
and there followed the route to tn,
bee farm in question.
If Van Daere had found a grabbed
SCAA utu oIu lpNShi anu Il NuptlOuS
suspicious old maid daughter at tn
bee farm he might not have stayed
Instead, he came across the most de
lightfully Intelligent old fellow he ha,
met In year. AS to the young lady
as to Muriel-she was beautiful an,
attractive as her own sweet, modes
name.
So Daere "hired out Within
week he was as deep in the science o
bee culture as the old professor. TIL
business possibilities of the ventur
appealed to the true commercial sens
in his nature. AS Muriel daintil
taught him how to handle the littl
treasure gatherers he evinced a faS
clnation beside which money grubbin
in the city was dull sordid work.
They were seated those two, on
garden bench, each yelled after swarm
ing a colony and resting and enjoyin
the lovely calm of the evening of
perfect day. He had been at the be
farm just two months. His hand in
petuously strayed toward her own.
Everything honey sweet" he mul
INJURED raptly. "You, these busy littl
workers, the flowers. It's been sor
of new paradise to me. 1t is all hal
mony and love. Muriel, can't yo