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GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE. 



Dec. 15 



of his pocket, saying-, "Mary, can you 

 make use of a dollar just now?" The poor 

 woman took it in fear and trembling-. She 

 was afraid she might say too much ; and, 

 judging from past experiences, she was al- 

 most afraid to say any thing. She feared 

 that, if she took any thing for granted, he 

 might curse her or strike her, for no one 

 knows when a drunken man may change 

 his whims. He did not say very much, for 

 he was not very sure himself. The next 

 pay day he brought home all of his earn- 

 ings, and told her he wanted her to go out 

 shopping with him. He went to the meat- 

 market, grocery, and store; but at every 

 place they stared at him and at his poor 

 ill-clad wife, and seemed disposed not to 

 pay much attention to them. When he or- 

 dered a respectable .piece of meat the butch- 

 er hesitated to put it up for him, for he sup- 

 posed John would, of course, want to be 

 trusted, and he made up his mind before- 

 hand that he could not trust him. However, 

 when John put down the money, the butcher 

 said in an instant, "Mr. Brown, shall we 

 not send this meat up to your house?" 

 John replied meekly, "Oh, no! I can Ciirry 

 it." At the groceries it was the same, and 

 the same at the drj^goods stores. Every- 

 bod}' knew them and was astonished. In 

 another week the poor wife went around 

 with him again, at least decently clad. 

 The butcher, the grocer, and storekeeper, 

 sprang with alacrity to wait on them, and 

 insisted on delivering the g-uods at their 

 home. " Now\ friends," said the speaker, 

 "multiply Juhn by 1000, 5000, or 10,000 

 workingmen going into the stores and gro- 

 ceries and markets of Columbus some Sat- 

 urday night to pay out SlU instead of pay- 

 ing out one as heretofore. What would be 

 the result? Your business men can tell me 

 what the result would be. The butcher 

 would telephone to the wholesale meat- 

 dealer, ' Send me a dressed steer, and send 

 it quickly.' The meat-dealer would tele- 

 phone back, ' We are just bought clean out 

 of every thing. There has never been such 

 a demand for nice meat since we have been 

 in the business. W^e will, however, do the 

 best we can for you.' He telephones to the 

 farmer. The farmer replies there have 

 been already half a dozen men after every 

 ' beef critter ' he has on the place. The 

 grocer sends in orders for various supplies, 

 with the same result. The storekeeper or- 

 ders more calico. The calico market is on 

 a boom. Tradespeople who have not been 

 paying expenses say their trade is picking 

 up so they can lift the mortgage that w^as 

 lying on their conscience. Best of all, and 

 more than all, the poor starved children 

 that hadn't clothing to go to school are all 

 fixed up, healthy and happy. Everybody 

 has been helped and prospered. Did I say 

 everj^body? No. The saloon-keeper is hav- 

 ing a lull in business. If the thing lasts 

 very long he will take off his good clothes 

 and quit smoking the highest-priced cigars, 

 and may be, through God's providence, 

 finally obliged to go to the meat-market 



and ask for a ' dime's worth of liver ' for his 



starving family." 



Now, I have not told half the story as 

 Mr. Stuart told it. I have skipped a great 

 lot because I can not tell it as he did. No 

 one can. But you see, friends, the great 

 truth. All through he was interrupted by 

 " amens " or by the clapping of hands and 

 bursts of laughter, to be followed by shed- 

 ding of tears. A wave of enthusiasm went 

 over that vast audiance — such a wave as 

 could not have stirred them under other cir- 

 cumstances; for hundreds who listened to 

 him had just been having hand-to-hand 

 conflicts in waging war against this same 

 saloon-keeper. The people who heard him 

 were intelligent and scholarly, and resolu- 

 tions were formed then and there that the 

 saloon must go. In fact, the great motto or 

 watchword, "The Saloon Must Go," was 

 painted in huge letters and hung across the 

 stage during all of our meetings. God 

 bless and strengthen George Stuart; and 

 may his audiences continue to crowd each 

 other to get within hearing distance of his 

 voice. Mr. Stuart is not afraid to speak 

 the plain truth. He can not be bought up 

 with money or any thing else. His life has 

 been threatened again and again. They 

 have burned his buildings, as I have said, 

 and annoyed him in every possible way, and 

 probably will continue to annoy him. In 

 some large city the saloon-keepers scraped 

 up courage enough to band together a hun- 

 dred strong. They came and sat in front 

 of the stige, right before him. The pastor 

 of the church whispered to him to try to pre- 

 sent the matter as kindly as he could, for 

 many of them were good men otherwise, 

 and were very liberal in subscribing to his 

 salary, church expeness, etc. Mr. Stuart 

 promised to speak "kindly"; but there was 

 a grimace on his face as he said ' ' kindly. ' ' 

 He told us what he said to them, and I 

 think it was about as severe as any thing 

 that was ever said behind their backs. 

 Very likely he told the story I have tried to 

 tell you, about John and Mary. 

 Concluded in our next. 



ANOTHER OF OUR GOOD MEN GONE TO HIS 

 REST. 



Everybod}'^ who knew J. Fremont Hick- 

 man, of the Ohio Experiment Station, either 

 personally or through his writings, will be 

 pained to know of his death. The following 

 is from Prof. Thorne, director of the station: 



Mr. A. I. Root. — I wish to thank you for your many 

 kind words in Gleamngs respt cling the work of our 

 station There are some who criticise, but more, I 

 am glad to say, who recognize the earnest effort to as- 

 sist the farmer. 



We are now in deep grief with the loss of our faith- 

 ful, loyal friend and co-worker, J. Fremont Hickman. 

 Six weeks ago he was laken sick with typ'noid fever, 

 that was succeeded by j lundice, but his physician be- 

 lieved that his chances for recovery were fair to the 

 last, and left him only an hour before his death, with 

 that belief. He passed away about 10.20 p.m., Oct. 2'2. 



"Vou have seen more of Mr. Green's work because of 

 your acquaintance with him and greater interest in his 

 Seld of work; but it is no disparagement of Mr Green's 

 work to say that the farmers of Ohio owe so great a debt 



