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MISS EMMA WILSOX. 



As we have so far this year catered to 

 the fancies of the women for pictures 

 and life-stories of men, we this week 

 vary the proceedings, and are much 

 pleased to be able to present to our 



EMMA WILSON. 



gentlemen (as well as lady) readers, one 

 whom we know they all have longed to 

 see. 



We have not the delightful pleasure 

 of a personal acquaintance with Miss 

 Wilson, though we felt assured we 

 should like her ever so much, after hav- 

 ing read the good things that Dr. Miller 

 tells of her in the succeeding short 



sketch of her life ; and the Doctor ought 

 to know what he is talking about, as 

 Miss W.'s home has been for ten years 

 at his house. Knowing that our very 

 much " better half " is not afflicted with 

 a jealous disposition, we may as well 

 confess right here that we have a great 

 admiration for the "queens of the 

 home," and only wish that their num- 

 bers might be multiplied several thou- 

 sand times among the readers of the 

 Bee Jouknal. 



Begging the pardon of the readers for 

 keeping them so long from the real 

 biographical sketch by these preliminary 

 remarks, we now have the honor of in- 

 troducing to you, in Dr. Miller's own 

 happy style, and also by portrait — Miss 

 Emma Wilson, of Marengo, Ills. : 



A neat, trim figure ; of medium stat- 

 ure; not an ounce of superfluous flesh ; 

 a sunny disposition, and a face that 

 shows it ; an indomitable energy that 

 will push through anything undertaken; 

 a capacity for endurance and accom- 

 plishment that seems impossible in one 

 of so slender frame — that's Emma Wil- 

 son. Her middle name is Margaret, but 

 she seldom uses it. Just why, I don't 

 know, unless it be that she thinks it too 

 good a name for everyday wear ; for it 

 is her mother's name, and if there is 

 any strongly developed trait in her 

 character — and there are several — it Is 

 love, respect, and constantly thoughtful 

 care for her mother. For the past ten 

 years her home has been at our house, 

 and in all that time she has never failed 

 to go home Saturday afternoon or even- 

 ing to spend the night with her mother 

 (unless some grave reason prevented), 

 coming back to church in the morning. 



Her mother still lives on the old farm 

 where Emma was born — you can see it 

 from the window of Emma's room, three 

 miles away — her father having died a 

 few years ago. Her parents came from 

 Scotland, and although she has none of 

 the Scotch brogue, she has fully devel- 

 oped the usual Scotch determination of 

 character, sometimes displaying itself 

 as downright stubbornness. 



As a bee-keeper, she is practical and 

 thorough. Thoroughly thorough. If 

 there is some part of the work that I 

 think it possible I may not compass, 

 and Emma says she will see that it is 

 done, I dismiss all anxiety about it. She 

 is rapid in all her work ; invariably 



