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THE AMERICAN BEE-KEEPER. 



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MAKING PANSIES. 



•*Threo faces in a hood." 



Folk called tbo jiaiisy so 



Thrco hundred years ago. 

 Of course kIio understood. 



Then, perching on my knee, 

 She drew licr mother's head 

 To her own and mine and said, 



"That's mother, you and mol" 



And so it comes about 

 We three, for gladness' sake, 

 Sometimes a pansy make 



Before the gas goes out. 



—William Canton in Sunday Magazine. 



HIS TELEPATHIC TIP. 



"Telegram for you, .sir." 



It was the morning of tlie Derby day, 

 and I liad just loolied into the office be- 

 fore starting for Epsom. I was at the 

 time ou the staff of The Sporting Cou- 

 rier, and, besides giving wliat is known 

 in the sportir.g world as "midday 

 finaLs, " I usually "did" the home meet- 

 ings. 



The message surprised me, for it ran : 



' ' Don Pero is bound to win. — Disey. ' ' 



I read it again and again. Don Pero 

 was a rank outsider and had been look- 

 ed upon by everybody as not having the 

 slightest chance of a place. For con- 

 firmation one had only to look at the 

 "latest London betting" to find that the 

 hor.se stood at 50 to 1. 



Yet Dixey, the trainer, had never be- 

 fore misled me, and I could not help 

 feeling that there must be something 

 in it. 



I had i)revious]y decided that I would 

 give as my tinal selections the first and 

 second favorites and a good outsider for 

 third place. But this telegram upset all 

 my calculations, and yet I felt that I 

 could not altogether ignore it. 



I sat down at my desk and wrote out 

 my copy. It ran as follows : 



"There is no denying the fact that 

 the favorite is in excellent condition, 

 but I think that he will be beaten by a 

 hor.se whose qualifications have hitherto 

 been completely overlooked. I have no 

 he.sitation in placing the first three 

 hor.ses in this order: (1) Don Pero, (2) 

 Windcmere, (3) Nervine." 



I was just thinking about starting 

 when the chief sent for me. 



"What does this mean, Mr. Good- 

 TTian?" hp snitl. sis I entered the room. 



"This" evidently referred to my MS., 

 which hi; held in his hand. 



"Are you referring to my Derby tip, 

 sir?" I asked. 



"But it's a 50 to 1 chance!" 



"I can't help that," I replied, rather 

 hauglitily p(!rhap.s, "but I am assured 

 that ho is bound to win. " 



"Assured' By whom, pray?" 



"Pardon me," I answered, "but my 

 information is obtained from a strictly 

 private source. I'll alter the wording of 

 the i)aragraph, if you like, but I should 

 prefer that it go(>s in as it is. " 



"I have no wish to interfere in your 

 d'^partmeut, " replied the chief. "Let it 

 stand, if you are swpet upon it. If it 

 comes off, it will be all right. If not, 

 well, we shall be the laughing stock of 

 everybody, from the Jockey club down 

 to the youngest Newmarket tout." 



I did not think that it was worth 

 while having an argument about the 

 matter, so took an opportunity of clos- 

 ing the interview and took a cab to 

 Waterloo. When I reached the course, 

 I made the best of juy way to the pad- 

 dock in the hope of seeing Dixey and 

 having a talk with him before racing 

 began, but he was nowhere to be seen. 



I soon found that some of my col- 

 leagues wanted to have a chat with me, 

 for The Sporting Courier, with my final 

 in, had created quite a sensation. 



Jimmy Beruers of The Starter was 

 very forcible in his language and said 

 some nasty things about my inability to 

 provide the racing world with informa- 

 tion that was of any value. 



lu my anxiety I endeavored again to 

 find Dixey, for I felt that he must know 

 something that was not common knowl- 

 edge. 



Though I looked everywhere for him, 

 I could not see him. He was evidently 

 keeping himself out of the way. 



Then the horrible thought rushed 

 through my mind that the telegram was 

 a hoax, and I felt a cold perspiration 

 break out ?U over me. As a matter of 

 fact I did ]30t care a brass farthing 

 which horse won, for I make a rule 

 never to bet, but I knew that my repu- 

 tation as a tipster was at stake. 



It was in no particularly happy frame 

 of mii-d that I made my way to the 

 press box. 



My entrance gave the cue for a burst 

 of hilaritv. and '"v recenli-^n was ex- 



