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THE AMEBIC AN BEE-KEEPER. 



July 



you was' get ting you out of tliat eiitu;- 

 glement!" she exclaimed .ferveutly wiitu 

 they met, for Lucly M-Liria came of mili- 

 tary stock, and she knew that one of the 

 most succc'-'stul maneuvers is to carry 

 the war into your enemy's quarters. 



Ronald !-hot a glance at her from un- 

 der his dark eyo^brows, but said nothing, 

 and she continued gayly : 



"Mr. Harvey went bankrupt a year 

 or two after you went away, and th^'y 

 are quite in poor circumstances now. 

 That upstart girl waits upon the lodgers, 

 I believe. ' ' 



"You don't pay so!" remarked Ron- 

 ald. "Wht're are they living?" 



' 'In Worthing. " said Lady Maria, de- 

 ceived by his coolness. "Lady Henning- 

 tou was there last mouth, and she told 

 me thq,t she saw Mrs. Harvey on the) 

 Parade, and that the woman actually 

 had the audacity to speak to her! Can 

 you believe it?" 



"I don't know," said Ronald; "but 3 

 am going to Worthing this afternoon, 

 and I shall see whether she will speak 

 to me!" 



"Oh, my dear boy!" cried Lady Maria 

 in genuine distress. "Pray, pray don't 

 do anything so foolish! You have no 

 idea how deeigi ing poor people are" — 

 but she ceased, for the sound of the 

 loudlj' closing door informed her that 

 she was alone. 



"But wh.y did you send me away?" 

 said Ronald a few hours later as he and 

 Violet st<x:d together under the stars 

 and heard the waves beating upon the 

 beach. 



"Becausi! 1 thought after what we 

 overheard you felt your.self bound to say 

 what you did out of consideration for 

 me. " 



"So your pride came in the way, my 

 little one! Don't you know that pride is 

 one of the deadly sins? However, I 

 can't preach to you now because I want 

 to ask y(.u anoth(U' question. If you 

 really have l<iv ■(! me all along, why did 

 you tell .su^h .i dreadful lie?" 



"A lie!' exclaimed Violet. 



"Yes. A lie. A regular big, black 

 one! When I asked you if you had lovi d 

 any one, you said yes. Now then, con- 

 fess at once, liecause I'm not going to 

 let you otr ! ' ' 



He iield lur away from him so that 

 he could look into her face and waited 

 inexorably ver Ik r answer. 



"I saw that you would not listen to 

 any other objection, " she said, "and I 

 thought that you were sacrificing your- 

 self, and so" — 



"Yes, I know all that, "he interrupt- 

 ed, "but you had no business to say 

 .what you did ! Unless, of course, there 

 really was some one. Come now, tell 

 me. " 



A flush came over her facp, and as 

 she raised her eyes he could see her tears 

 shining in the starlight. He grasped 

 her hands more firmly in his now and 

 looked down at her from the height of 

 his 6 feet. 



She tried to speak, but her quivering 

 voice would not be controlled, and with 

 a great wave of love surging up in his 

 heart hi; drew her close to him. 



"Who was it?" he whispered. 



She turned to hide her face upon his 

 shoulder and breathed her answer into 

 his ear bent down to catch it. 



"You dear, blind boy, it was you!" 

 — Hou.sehol<l Words. 



On« Correct Ansiver. 



An amusing little story was told a 

 good many years ago in connection with 

 Governor Mattox of Vermont. At one 

 time he was chairman of the committee 

 appointed to t^amiue candidates for ad- 

 mission to the bar of Caledonia county. 



He reported that one of the candidates 

 was, in his opinion, unqualified, having 

 answer(^d correctly but one of the ques- 

 tions put to him. 



"Only one? Well, what was that?" 

 asked the presiding judge. 



"I a-sked him what a freehold estate 

 is, ' ' replied Mattox. 



"Important question, ' ' said the judge. 

 "And what was his reply?" 



"He made it without the least hesita- 

 tion, ' ' said the chairman, with a twin- 

 kle in his (ve. "Of course that fact is 

 in his favor. ' ' 



. "Well, w^iat did he say?" asked the 

 judge, with some impatience. 



"He .said," returned the chairman, 

 "that lie didn't know. " — Y'outh's Com- 



Chauged. 



"So Mr. Simpkins did not propose to 

 fou, Madge?" 



"No. He found out that I wanted to 

 marry him, and ir seemed to put him 

 out of the notion. " — Chicago Record. 



