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THE AMERWAN BEE-KEEPER. 



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cheek. But Joe Chesuey was the stronger 

 man of the two and shook the other off 

 after a short struggle aud stood there, with 

 somethiug of his own calmness regained, 

 looking at Bernard, who had staggered 

 back against the table. 



"You hound!" cried Maxwell fiercelj\ 

 "You come here, presuming on your old 

 friendship, to breathe your false calujnnies 

 against a pure woman, to dare to speak 

 words" — 



" Say no more, " said Joe quietly, raising 

 his hand. "The time is past for explana- 

 tion. What do you want?" 



"You know what I want. No man 

 shall say such words of her; no man shall 

 breathe her naijie lightly, not even my 

 friend," he added sueeringly. "My friend! 

 Friend no mure! Will you meet me?" 



Joe Chesney startc-d and glanced quick- 

 ly at the flushed face of the other man ; 

 then he bowed his head and assented. 



So it came about that they met in a 

 meadow overlooking a little sleepy Bel- 

 gian town one early spring morning, with 

 all the fair sunlight about them, and all 

 the air full of the simgs of birds. There 

 the friends faced each other for the last 

 time. The words were sharply spoken, and 

 the double report rang out. Joe Chesney, 

 with a last steadfast look at his friend, 

 raised his pistol aud fired in the air. Max- 

 well Bernard, with a white, set face, fired 

 point blank at the man who faced him. 

 Poor Chesne;, turned almost round once, 

 and then fell forward on his face. As the 

 seconds rushed toward him they were 

 startled by the sounds of shouts and the 

 plunging of horses; then there was a crash, 

 and the shouting sounded again. It came 

 from the roadway on the other side of the 

 thick hedge that bounded the field. One 

 man ran up where Chesney was lying and 

 turned him over, then came running back 

 with a subdued face. The gentleman was 

 quite dead, he said. 



Perhaps fear of discovery led them to- 

 ward the road. One man even suggested 

 it, as no good could be done by waitiug 

 there, they could only get away. They 

 scramljled through a gap in the hedge one 

 by one hurriedly and came upon an over- 

 turneti carriage, wilh two iiorses near at 

 hand held by the driver. Near the carriage 

 stood two people, a man and a woman. 

 The driver stolidly said that the lady and 

 gentleman were English and were hurry- 

 ing to another station Ijy a cross route in 

 the hope to r.ieet the exjiress. He was gar- 

 rulous and said that soiue firing had fright- 

 ened his hoi'scs, and that they had boiled 

 up the steep Iiank at the side of the roat'.. 



Bernard was the last to scramble throu.:,;. 

 the gap, and the huly and gentleman luiil 

 their backs to him as he jumped down 



into the road. Then, all in a flash, he 

 heard tlie voice of one of the seconds, 

 speaking in a tone of surprise and address- 

 ing the gentleman as "Calvert." At the 

 same instant the woman turned quickly, 

 and saw him, and put her hands to her 

 face with a frightened scream, and stag- 

 gered backWi*rd. 



And the woman was Maxwell Bernard's 

 wife. — Firefly. 



Pneurniatic Tires Not New. 



Most people imagine that pneumatic 

 tires are novelties of recent invention, and 

 yet they were actually used on English 

 roads nearly 50 years ago. We read that 

 "at the Bath and West of England Agri- 

 cultural show, held at Guildford, a couple 

 of carriage v.heels were shown, fitted with 

 pneumatic tires. These were made by May 

 &, Jacobs for the Duke of Northumberland 

 47 years ago, but the carriage proving too 

 heavy for the horse they were disused. 

 The tires were constructed on almost ex- 

 actly the same principle as those in itse on 

 cycles today, ati inner air chamber, wdth a 

 stronger outer cover. When punctured, 

 they were repaired by the same means as 

 now adopted." — Hardware. 



Freakish L<is;htniiis: In Texas. 



Miss Fannie Moxie, living about five 

 miles north of South Maid, Tex., while 

 sitting at an organ during a thunderstorm 

 recently, was struck by lightning and fell 

 to the floor apparently lifeless. A Miss 

 Guile was standing by her side with her 

 hand on Miss Moxie's shoulder, but felt 

 not the slightest shock. The bolt came 

 through the ceiling, making a hole therein 

 abotit the size of a 38 caliber pistol ball, 

 struck Miss Moxie on the left side of the 

 face, ran down and across the breast to the 

 other side of the body, burning a path in 

 both body and clothing until the current 

 reached the stocking, ripped that open, 

 tore the shoe from the foot, driving some 

 of the nails out of the heel, thence through 

 the treadle of the instrument and the floor, 

 killing a chicken under tha house. 



There was no evidence of the current 

 touching the mof or any part of the house 

 except the ceiling and the floor. Miss 

 Moxie was cirried out of doors into the 

 rain, and soon regained consciousness. — 

 St. Louis Globe-Democrat. 



A Mexican Dainty. 



Pinole is a Mexican corn dainty. The 

 corn is roasted, ground to a coarse meal, 

 mixed with sugar and spices and then 

 stirred with water. It is very nutritious 

 and often forms the sole food of travelers 

 on long journeys. 



