THE AMERICAN BEE-KEEPER. 



March 



sen on ciiai-u'MT feopie cannot; live nes 

 and not \w li.irs Tlie (Quakers fait this 

 social (iHjiiiulaiion and tried to correct it 

 Let your cuiiummication be yea, yea, nay, 

 say for whatsoever is more tlian tJiis 

 coiueth of evil TheQualiers, however, do 

 sometimes lie, and all the worse because 

 they have placed so much emphasis on the 

 yea, yea. as berter than yes, yes. But they 

 do not make a mistake in insisting on the 

 importance uf words Social flattery and 

 much of social manners are a cover for lies. 

 There is no truth in it Are you a social 

 liar? — Mary K 8pencer in St. Louis Globe- 

 Deuaocrat. 



A Live Beetle In Iron Ore. 



Z. T White, who is now or has very 

 recently been a citizen of El Paso, Tex., 

 was once the owner of the most wonder 

 ful entomolcjgical specimen ever found 

 since the creation of the world — a live bee- 

 tle found in a solid matrix of iron ore 

 The curiosity was discovered a considera 

 ble depth beiow the surface in the Long 

 fellow mine, at Clifton, A T., and fitted 

 his iron sarco[jhagus as snugly as though 

 the iron had been in a plastic state when 

 it came in contact with the creature's 

 body The "bug ' was of a dull, reddish 

 gray color and was of course of a species 

 wholly unknown to the entomologists 

 According to the Kl Pasa Bullion, this 

 wonder was presented to a well known 

 scientific associatiijn of the Atlantic slope 

 about two years ago — St. Louis Republic 



THE BELLS OF LIFE. 



Approved. 



Suitor — I am sure your heart is in the 

 right place. 



Beloved — I am glad to hear you say so. 

 I have just i.iven it to the other fellow. — 

 Detroit Tribune. 



London Newsgirls. 



The London Weekly Telegraph, a 

 miscellany pu" 'shcdiu connectiou with 

 the Sheffield uaily Telegraph, is now 

 beiug sold in the streets of London by a 

 corps of presentable damsels, becoming- 

 ly dressed in a uniform of dark gray, 

 •with red facings, hood lined with the 

 latt. -ulor and forage cap to match. 



A Test of Eligibility. 



A story is told by a Scotch contempo- 

 rary of a new arrival at the Border Coun- 

 ties' Lunatic asylum, near Melrose, who 

 ■was sent out along with some others to 

 work in the grounds. Alter he had been 

 working for stjine time an old inmate, who 

 had been watching him. came up and said, 

 ''Unless ye delvo wi' the rake and rake 

 wi' the spade, ma man, ye'Il be no' lang 

 here." — London Globe 



Thi3 birth bells arc ringing a joyous chime 

 i'or a white soul laid in the lap of love, 

 A spirit flower frc::i the fields above, 



To bloom for a day on the shores of time. 



The wedding bells sv.ing to their gl&cluest 

 notes. 

 Proclaiming the good that the full yeara 



bring 

 In the circling band of the marriage ring, 

 Prom the brazen depths of their giant throats. 



In the belfry of time the death bells toll 

 The entrance to heaven, the end of earth, 

 The death that is only a grander birth, 



As life's bondage f^lls from the passing soul. 



Birth bells, marriage bells, death bells, you 



have rung 

 The story of life since the world was young. 

 — Eose Hartwick Thorpe in Detroit Free Press. 



A CLOSE CALL. 



Pretty young Mrs. Carpenter — she was 

 always spoken of as '■young"to distinguish 

 hrr from her husband's mother, who lived 

 next door — stood watching her husband 

 till he turned the corner and was out of 

 Bight. 



But he never once looked back. In fact, 

 they had just quam led, and that was why 

 her eyes were brighter than usual, and 

 her cheeks, which John used to say re- 

 minded him of blush roses, were scarlet 

 instead of pink. 



Such a foolish thing to quarrel about, 

 too — ii little innocent looking pat of but- 

 ter! But, then, it was strong — that is, 

 John said it was, whereat Mrs. John 

 helped herself generously and said it was 

 good enough for her, and she couldn't 

 afford to pay 40 cents a pound for butter 

 when she could get good for 30. 



Then John inquired if he didn't give 

 her money enough to pay her grocery bill 

 and F:;id it wasn't good enough for him. 

 Perhaps she had been accustomed to eat- 

 ing such stuff — he actually went to the 

 extent of calling it stuff! — and I can't be- 

 gin to tell you all the foolish things thr.t 

 those two hot tempered young people, who 

 loved each other dearly, said. It ended 

 finally in John's flinging himself away 

 from the table without tasting the lemon 

 pie, his favorite dessert, which the tired 

 little housekeeper, remembering his fond- 

 ness for, had taken time to concoct in the 

 midst of all her pickling and preserving. 



John began to get together his fish poles, 

 flies and other traps, which he wanted to 

 take away, for he and six other young 

 men were having a half holiday and had 

 engaged the boat Bonnie Belle for an aft- 

 ernoon's fighina on Great lake. 



