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space exactly 1}4 inches from center to 

 center, as the rest of the frame is 1}^' inches 

 wide. They can also be reversed if desired. 

 The frames are 10x15 inches, inside meas- 

 urement. Mr. Tefft claims that he secures 

 one-third more honey by their use than by 

 any other system. He has special size sec- 

 tions in each frame, as they can be used as 

 wide-frames, brood-frames, or extracting- 

 frames. 



Mr. Tefift suggests that the Stephens' 

 frame-spacer, as illustrated on page 727, 

 may be an infringement upon his patent. 

 We hardly think so, though of course we 

 would not assume to say positively. 



Mr. T. C. Kelly, of Pennsylvania, has 

 also sent us a sample of metal device which 

 he uses to space the frames at the top — 

 something to fasten on the hive-rabbet, and 

 into which the frame ends drop, thus spac- 

 ing them accurately and regularly. Mr. 

 Kelly also wished to know whether there 

 was any infringement, but we again do not 

 think there is. 



^^ Our advice is to extract only from 

 sealed, or nearly all sealed combs. By so 

 doing we get a first-class product that we 

 can recommend, and that should sell for as 

 much, pound for pound, as comb honey. 

 There is good reason to believe that the 

 producing of a cheap, inferior-flavored 

 article has nearly ruined many markets 

 for the sale of extracted honey. — Dr. Tinker. 



A I^aiiglity *' I\ol."— In a receut 

 number of (ilmubij.-i, Dr. Miller, in speaking 

 of T supers compared with wide-frames, 

 meant to say, "I feel almost sure therein 

 something I do know about." Well, the 

 printer got it " do not know," which isn't 

 to be wondered at when we remember how 

 often Dr. Miller says he "don't know." 

 And now the Doctor threatens to "cripple 

 that printer" for putting in the word "not," 

 but Bro. Root takes the blame for the error, 

 and sympathetically remarks about it thus: 



Our mistake. Doctor. By the way. what 

 ja pity it is that we cannot take that word 

 which we did 7i.o( want, and give it to Bro. 

 York to put in the first line on page 648 of 

 his issue for May 24 ! Bro. Y. never meant 

 to say that " the kee-keeping world mu 

 spare Dr. Miller just yet." It's a naughty 



tlA)t. 



You're just right, Bro. Root, it is a 

 " naughty ?iot "—a good deal like a Chicago 



policeman — when you want him he's no- 

 where to be found, and when you don't 

 want him he's right there. So with the 

 word "not" — when you want it not, be- 

 hold it's there ; when you do want it, it's 

 not in its place. Let us hope it will not 

 cause the Doctor, or his friends, any more 

 trouble. 



Our Visit to l>r. Miller's.— As 



promised last week, we will now try to tell 

 something about our trip and visit to the 

 home of Dr. Miller. 



We left the Bee Journal office at 10 

 o'clock, a.m., on Saturday, June 16th, and 

 arrived at Marengo a f e w minutes after 1 

 p.m., on the Chicago & Northwestern rail- 

 road, just 66 and a fraction miles northwest 

 of Chicago. We had understood that Dr. 

 Miller lived 65 miles from Chicago, but he 

 insisted that it is "66 and a fraction miles," 

 and so we state it just as he informed us, 

 for that seemed to be one of the many 

 things he knows. 



It was a most delightful ride after the 

 splendid rain the previous night all the way 

 along until only a few miles this side of 

 Marengo, where it had not rained, and at 

 Marengo it was fearfully dry and dusty. 

 The Doctor said it hadn't rained for a 

 month, and all vegetation gave ample 

 proof of the truth of his words. 



Just as the train "slowed up" at our 

 destination, we saw Dr. Miller through the 

 car window, apparently looking for a 

 young man about our size. He was dressed 

 — well, of course he was dre.s!<ed — but Dr. 

 Miller is a man who believes in dressing so 

 as to be comfortahh — and so do wei It was 

 a very hot day, and he was in his apiary 

 uniform excepting the bee-veil. It re- 

 minded us of the ea.sy and comfortable out- 

 fit that we used to wear when living on the 

 farm, viz: Hat, shirt, overalls, shoes. 

 There you have it. Who wouldn't be cool 

 and good-natured in such a rig, even on a 

 hot day ? 



Just a mile south of Marengo is the Doc- 

 tor's home. He drove a little out of the 

 way in order to show us some fine basswood 

 trees filled with buds that would bloom in 

 about two weeks. There are a number of 

 these rich honey-producing trees in and 

 around Marengo, and doubtless the Doc- 

 tor's bees keep good watch of them. The 

 house, in which resides the " sage of Ma- 

 rengo," is situated perhaps 40 rods from 



