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THE AMERICAN BEE-KEEPER. 



FebriLary 



an oil opera lur, was working at the loot, of 

 a derrick Liing built on the hillside. 

 Through some cause or other a three- 

 fourths incli i-nti bar ai feet long fell fioju 

 the top of tnc derrick, 74 feet. One end of 

 the bar struck on the right of button's 

 neck, went in between the jugular and 

 windpipe, came out l}4 inches from the 

 right nipplo, struck two inches below the 

 groin on left limb, out 3}4 inches above 

 the right knee joint and took off one of 

 his toes, the bar burying itself eight inches 

 In the ground. Lutton was standing on 

 the hillside at the time, and 9 feet 10 

 inches of the bar passed through him. It 

 passed through 17 inches of his neck and 

 body, and lUj inches went through his 

 limb. The victim was pinned to the 

 ground, but showed his wonderful presence 

 of mind by sliding down from the slight 

 elevation he was standing on to the 

 ground. He called on a man of the name 

 of Phillips, who extracted the bar. Lut- 

 ton lingered at the point of death for six 

 ■weeks and lived six days and seven nights 

 on beef blood and brandy, which was ad- 

 ministered by means of a rubber tube. — 

 Pittsburg Dispatch. 



Its Kquivalent. 



The prisoner had been before the court 

 so many times for vagrancy that the judge 

 concluded to give him a dose he wouldn't 

 forget. 



'So, " he said sternly as he looked down 

 on the chronic, "you are here again?" 



"Yes, yex'onner, " replied the prisoner 

 humbly. 



"Same old charge, I suppose?" 



"Yes, yeronner. " 



"Allriglit. I'll just fine you $100 and 

 send you down." 



The prisoner threw up his hands like a 

 drowning man. "Geerusalem, yeronner!" 

 he exclaimed 'Why don't you give me a 

 life sentence and be done with it?" — De 

 troit Free Press. 



'twa\s winter time. 



Don't Hinder Otlierg. 



Next in practieul importance to the be- 

 ing possessctl by a purpose of doing some- 

 thing in the world is the being possessed 

 by the purpo.se of not hindering others in 

 their doing whatever they have to do in 

 the world. — Faith and Works. 



A Certain Remedy. 



"I wish, " said Mrs. Corn tossel, "that 

 they wus some way ter keep people from 

 talkin about ye behind yer back." 



"They is," replied her husband. 



"What?" 



"Run fer office. Then they'll talk about 

 ye ter yer face." — Washington Star. 



A rose, a rose, a rich red rose 



Upon my lady's breast, 

 Its petals large, its calyx deep. 



Its stem with green leaves dre.ssed. 



'Tis rich with beauty, in color rare— 



Oh, what a combination! — 

 The same as she whose smile on me 



I see in adoration. 



But the ro'se, the rose, the rich red rose 

 Which glows on her gown of gray 



Is very scarce this time of year — 

 ft cost my last week's pay. 



—Minneapolis Times. 



TEANSIT OF VENUS. 



In Paris one day I strolled into the es- 

 tablishment of a dealer in curios. A 

 charming girl sat behind the counter and 

 smiled upon me not unkindly. From thai 

 moment my fate was sealed. I fell madly 

 in love with the fair Julie and was soldoin 

 far away from the shop in which she 

 served. 



But I never told her of my passion, 

 /low could I, a poor beggar without ex- 

 pectations, ask this lovely creature to he 

 my wife? No, I must wait until I had 

 something to offer her worthy of accept- 

 ance. 



After some weeks spent in this way, 1 

 entered the service of Mr. X., the great 

 astronomer, as his clerk or secretary. 

 This took me from that part of Parig 

 where .Julie lived, and as my employer was 

 exacting I saw her but seldom. When I 

 did, her eyes were sadder than their wont, 

 and I returned to my post uncheered. 



Meanwhile my duties engrossed me. 

 Mr. X., though a close student, was not 

 wholly absorbed in scientific researches. 

 He frequently fancied himself in love, and 

 it became my duty from time to time to 

 revise for him his love letters, that he 

 might not appear ridiculous in the eyes of 

 the porter's daughter or dress cutter whom 

 he honored with his preference. 



One morning while on my way toward 

 the apartment where we were accustomed 

 to work I heard a burst of laughter pro- 

 ceedinjj; from it. Without knocking I en- 

 tered slowly. 



Sea'ed on the divan was the modern 

 Newton Beside him sat the most beauti- 

 ful creature imaginable She was from 

 18 to L'U years of age, with a skin of ad- 

 mirable whiteness, two dark eyes scintil- 

 lating under the level eyebrows, and dark, 

 abundant hair. I recognized her instant- 

 ly. It was Julie. 



She looked at me roguishly as, with a 

 constrained air, 1 seated myself and be- 

 gan to read the newsoaoers. together with 



