1890. 



THE AMERICAN BEE-KEEPER. 



171 



occasiuii.s vlu'ii It IS a girl's dut}' to 

 teach a mu:i a lessou, and he had no 

 business to say that about my hair. 



* * * I wonder if he v-a.-; right? Ho has 

 awfully good taste, as a rule. I believe, 

 after all, it would be rather becoming. 



* * *• I'll get Elise to tiy tonight, imd 

 wear my new white dress, and the 

 pearls, and I'll say to him the very first 

 thing that I'm sorry and ask him to 

 dance with me, all the same. Then, when 

 he sees how nice I am, he will be vexed 

 with himself for being so hasty. It will 

 do him no end of good. I'd give worlds 

 if he would only propose to me before 

 the season is over. I'd refuse him, of 

 course, but that wouldn't matter. It 

 would be kind t % me to take the trouble, 

 because it is dreadful to see a man so 

 conceited, and if it were not for that ha 

 would be quite chai'ming. * * * I'll be- 

 gin this eve:.ii:g. How exciting! Pool 

 Captain May!" 



HIS SOLILOQUY. 



"She looked disgracefully pretty. 

 Nothing like putting a girl in a good, 

 Stand up rage to see what she's made 

 of. I never knew she had so much in 

 her before. And .she would just as soon 

 think of falling in love with the man 

 in the moon, would she? That's pretty 

 tall. Hang it all! Why do they put 

 things in a fellow's head? I was happy 

 enough before, and now this has uur 

 settled me altogether. * * * A man 

 may not want to marry a girl, but that's 

 no reason why she should be so precious 

 indifferent. I always fancied that she 

 had a decided weakness. * * * So she 

 wants to laugh at me, does she? Little 

 wretch! bhe is always up to some mis- 

 chief. I wouldn't object if it was at 

 some other fellow, for those dimples are 

 uncommonly fetching. I believe she is 

 right about the collars, all the same — 

 thought so myself more than once. If 

 another shape would .'suit me better, it 

 seems rather absurd to stick to these. 

 'Mim in the moon,' eh? Humph! Well, 

 it doesn't do to be too awfully sure — it's 

 a bad thing to get into the way of boast- 

 ing. How would it be if I took her in 

 hand and tried to work a cure? Do her 

 all the gofxl in the world to be brought 

 down a peg or two and find her own 

 level, luid the process would not be un- 

 pleasant. Hi, cabby! Stop at the first 

 decent hosier's you come to. I want to 

 get out. ' ' 



nxtracl i:.'.;m The Times (f foui 

 mouth.s luter- 



"Oh the :i6th inst. , at St. George's, 

 Hanover square, by the Right Rev. th(: 

 Bishop of Ox'bridge, assisted by the Rev. 

 Noel Blanchard, the brother of the 

 bride, Cyril Aubrey May, captain Royal 

 Horse guards, second son of James Eatoii 

 May, Esq. , of Brompton manor, Hants, 

 to Phyllis ]Mary Olivia, only daughter 

 of Major Blanchiird of Barconibe, Co. 

 Wicklow, iiiid Ploraire, Ali)es-Mai'i- 

 ♦iuies. ' ' — Sketch. 



Diamonds. 



Henry Vvard Beecher took pleasure in 

 the wonderful colors of precious stones. 

 He cared fc;i' them not as jewels, but as 

 cry:!tallized dewdrcps and sparks of liv- 

 ing fire. Ruskin, too, is said to carry 

 diamonds loo^e in his pockets, just so 

 that ho may take them out and flash 

 them in the snuliE;ht for his own delec- 

 tation. And novv' the learned men have 

 discovered what women have known al- 

 ways — that diamonds came down from 

 beaven, for no power on earth was great 

 enougii to produce them. This is how 

 scientists claim to have found out the 

 truth we knew from the beginning. It 

 seems that in South Africa experts have 

 been puzzled finding in blue earth, the 

 natui'al bed of thorough diamond, stones 

 which had been fractured, and it was 

 evident that no upheaval of the soil 

 could have effected such result. Then 

 the wise beads bethought themselves to 

 see whether there were any traces of 

 diamonds in meteoric iron, and sure 

 enough such traces are said to have been 

 found. So now all the world is ready to 

 believe that there are really diamonds 

 in the sky. Speaking of word pictures, 

 where is there one which could bring 

 the diamond more plainly into view 

 than this? 



Oh, the v.-onderful laughter of light! 



Oh, the geniu.s of color at play! 



— Brooklyn Eagle. 



Great Aid to Conversation. 



"You play beautifully," exclaimed 

 the lovely vision. 



The virtuoso rose from the piano with 

 a bow. 



"Thank you," he murmured. 



"You made me think of such a num- 

 ber of things to say," the woman pro- 

 ceeded, with undisguised rapture.- ^^ 



