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THE AMERICAN BEE-KEEPER. 



June 



that the government would take hold 

 of the matter. 



Notwithstanding the dullness of 

 the times, we are overrun with orders 

 for supplies of all kinds. Have been 

 compelled to decline several car-load 

 orders so that we could take care of 

 our smaller trade promptly. 



' ' How to Manage Bees," a 50 cent 

 book, and the American Bee Keeper 

 a year for only 60 cents, or A. B. C. 

 of Bee Culture (latest edition) and 

 the Bee Keeper one year for 85 cents, 

 or including Gleanings one year $1.75. 



* We have a few copies of A, B. C. 

 of Bee Culture with paper cover 

 which we will send post paid for 55 

 cents each, or with cloth cover for 

 85 cents each. 



New England customers will save 

 freight by purchasing their supplies 

 of our Eastern agent, W. M. Gerrish, 

 East Nottingham, N. H. 



A few copies of the article " Giant 

 Bees of India," by Frank Benton, 

 are left. We will mail them to any 

 address at 5 cents each. 



THE WOODS BY NIGHT. 



Bounds, Sialits and Shadows Among the 

 Trees and Bushes. 



"Sit still in the woods at night and 

 look and listen," said au old time nat- 

 uralist to ]i)e one day, "and you will 

 see or hear strange tniugs, not to be 

 Been or heard save by rarest chance in 

 the busy hours of the day. " 



I thought of the remark as I sat per- 

 fectly still in a small opening of the 

 Adiroudack woods at the close of one 

 day last summer. It was twilight, aud 

 out of the dim, uncertain light loomed 

 the outlines of the tree in the valley anr? 

 of the Amporsaud mountain in the dis' 

 tance. Quickly I saw the shadow of g 

 moving figure, which I made out to be 

 that of a fox. How stealrliilv tho c^v 



leiiow crept along I He made no noise; 

 not a twig broke beneath his catlike 

 tread. 



As he turned, for the first time he 

 noticed me. He looked at me, and I 

 looked at him. Then reynard revealed 

 the cuinjiiig of his kind. Still keeping 

 his eye on me. he sidled away until he 

 reached the dark shades aud recesses, 

 when he disappeared in an instant. 



I kuew reyuard was out on his night- 

 ly foraging expedition. Perhaps he was 

 looking for a wild rabbit or a fat par- 

 tridge, or perhaps he intended to rob 

 some farmer of his choicest fowls. The 

 fox is a night traveler. He makes his 

 journey after dark, finds his dinner and 

 retires always before the break of day. 

 — Our Animal Friends. 



The Liunchbasket. 



I can't for the life of me sec why a busi- 

 ness woman should be ashamed of the fact 

 that she carries her lunch with her, yet 

 there are dozens of department women 

 who adopt nil sorts of subterfuges to con- 

 ceal the identity of the little bundle of 

 eatables they carry every morning. Some- 

 times they have boxes that resemble books 

 in the same way that a folding bed resem- 

 bles a sideboard or a piano an organ. 

 Sometimes tliey carry little shopping bags, 

 but not once a week do you see a real lit- 

 tle lunch basket. 



TJiere was a young department woman 

 in a Georgetown car not long ago, and she 

 carried a black marteij muff. She carried 

 it gingerly, and she did not put her hands 

 in it. When she paid her fare, she laid 

 the muff on the seat beside her for a mo- 

 ment. A man who entered the car just 

 then sat down on it suddenly and very 

 much harder than he meant to. Out pop- 

 ped a Ijit of torn paper, a sandwich and a 

 piece of apple pie. — Washington Post. 



The Pathos of a Single Life. 



One of these single women, after living 

 alone in her little hut on Cape Cod until 

 old age, a reticent, miserly creature, be- 

 came at 60 suddenly and violently iiisane. 

 Her physician, wiser than his kind, pre- 

 scribed no medicine, but procured a huge 

 doll and the clothes of a baby and gave 

 them to her. 



She was at once quieted. She treated 

 the doll as if it were alive, fed it, slept 

 with it in her arms, worried over its dis- 

 eases, ran to the neighbors to tell of its 

 sayings and jiretty ways. It was her child. 

 God had given it to her at last. While she 

 lived it kept her occupied and happy. — 

 Tentury 



