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CONDUCTED BY ERNEST R. ROOT. 



THE BOYS' BEE-HIVE FACTORY. 



WINDMILLS AS A MOTIVE POWER FOR 

 HIVE-MAKING. 



F there is one thing above another tliat 

 makes a boy all out of patience, it is 

 waiting for a thing when he thinks it 

 ought to come rigtit aioay. Every now 

 and then that evening, Sam would go 

 into the back yard and peer at the wind- 

 mill on the barn, to discover, if possible, 

 whether '• that thing was going or not." 

 He began to complain about there being no 

 wind, and I am afraid he was almost in- 

 clined to tind fault with Providence because 

 it had not created a wind just when poor 

 little Sam wanted to have it blow. Sam's 

 mother remcmstrated with him. and en- 

 deavored to tell him that he must learn to 

 be patient, and not to find fault with the 

 weather. She explained to him how he was 

 finding fault with God. 



Just before Jimmy left that evening, he 

 suggested to Sam tliat they attach a bell to 

 the shaft of the windmill in such a way 

 that, when the latter started to run, the bell 

 would tingle. No sooner was this suggest- 

 ed than the boys put the idea into execu- 

 tion ; so just before Sam went to bed he 

 stepped out into the back yard again, and 

 listened and listened in vaiii for the tingle, 

 tingle, tingle. After he went to bed his 

 mind was full of windmills, and. with his 

 thoughts thus occupied, he went to sleep. 

 As all boys are apt to do when their atten- 

 tion is centered on one object, just after 

 going to sleep Sam began to dream, and he 

 thought he was waiting for the wind to 

 blow, when all at once it seemed to him he 

 heard the tingle, tingle, tingle. The note 

 was so musical to him that it wakened him 

 suddenly from liis sleep. With a bound he 

 struck the fioor. stuck his head out of the 

 window, and listened ; l)ut " Jiary a tingle "' 

 was heard on that calm clear night. He 

 heard the croaking of the frogs (for the 

 night was warm), and peered anxiously over 



toward the barn. But the windmill stood 

 still like a ghost, apparently mocking him. 

 lie looked at the mooii. and imagined that 

 he saw a broad grin on her I'ound full frice. 

 "Only a dream. Sam muttered to himself, 

 and with this he proceeded to liis lied. 



The next thing Sam knevv lie was awaken- 

 ed by the ciowin^- of his liig Hralima roost- 

 er ; and as he raised himself in bed. he saw 

 that the gray light of morning was creeping 

 in at his window. Of course. Sam g(t up 

 and looked toward the barn ; but no wind 

 and no tingle. " Did you ever! " said Sam 

 to himself. He hurriedly dressed himself 

 and went down. As he came out into the 

 back yard, Jimmy l)reatlilessly greeted him. 

 and asked him if he had heard any tingle 

 during the night. 



"No," said Sam grumblingly. 



" Well, there is just a little wee mite of 

 breeze, anyhow.'" replied Jimmy, inclined 

 to take courage. 



" Well, I can't feel it," said Sam, in a 

 tone that indicated that he didn't believe 

 the wind would ever blow. 



Sam felt irritable, and, to make matters 

 worse, his sister Mary felt in an uncommon- 

 ly good mood for teasing him at lu-eakfast 

 that morning. 



" You can't make your windmill go," 

 said Mary. 



"I could if there were wind," retorted 

 her brother. 



"Never mind, dear Sam ; just go and get 

 a couple of old smokers and blow on your 

 windmill." 



"Ma. make lier stop," said Sam indig- 

 nantly; "she is all the while a teasing and 

 bothering me." 



Sam's face began to pucker up for a bawl, 

 whereat even Mrs. Cireen could hardly re- 

 frain from laughing, to say nothing of Mary. 

 A hot tear trickled down Sam's cheek, and 

 he inwardly resolved that the windmill 

 rmuld go. His father consoled him some- 

 what, saying that when he came in he no- 

 ticed a little breeze blowing from the west, 

 and he felt quite sure there would be suffi- 

 cient wind by noon. 



Jimmy and Sam started for school. At 

 recess, a crowd of boys gathered around the 

 two famous windmill-builders. 



" Your windmill didn't go, did it '^ I knew 

 it wouldn't, and I told you so last night.'' 

 said Jake. " I'll bet you five dollars you 

 will nevei- lie able to make it go," he con- 

 tinued. 



"Humph!" said Sam. "you never had a 

 cent in your life, and you haven't gumption 

 enough to whittle out'a paddle to kill bum- 

 ble-bees with." 



One or two sided with Jake; but the 

 most of the boys were greatly interested in 

 the eutei'piise. Tliere was more or less 

 talking kept up between tiie two factions, 

 until quite a heated discussion grew up as 

 to whether that windmill would j-un or not. 

 Jim was just on the iioint of " licking the 

 stuffing out of Jake," or "teaching him a 

 le.sson or two to make him mind his own 

 business." when the school-bell lang for the 

 close of the recess. Although the crowd of 

 boys had just begun to yell " fight! '' " fight!" 

 in anticipation of some fun, they dispersed. 



