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THE AMERICAN BEE KEEPER. 



February 



torn ou such occasions, he used lan- 

 guage that was more forcible than ele- 

 gant. While the lieutenant was pouring 

 the vials of wrath on poor Tom, Frank 

 Millwood interrupted him by saying, 

 "Lieutenant, what do you think of Dr. 

 Dogan?" "I think he is a first rate fel- 

 low — a perfect gentleman," answered 

 the lieutenant. "I don't know so well 

 about that," replied Prank. "Why so?" 

 inquired the lieutenant. "Well," says 

 Frank, "I got a letter from home, and 

 it is a certain fact that they took two 

 soldiers to Union the other day ou the 

 train, and Dr. Dogan wouldn't let them 

 be buried in the village churchyard." 



At this the lieutenant redoubled his 

 anathemas and swore he had a notion 

 to send a detail of men home to kill the 

 doctor. "What object did he have?" con- 

 tinued the lieutenant. "Why," says 

 Frank, "because they weren't dead." 

 Just then Frank beat a hasty retreat un- 

 der a shower of epithets that were more 

 noted for their force than elegance, and 

 poor Tom caught it worse. — Gafl:ney(S. 

 C. ) Ledger. 



Conan Doyle's Kapid Work. 



Dr. Conan Doyle is a remarkable 

 worker. Most of his time really seems 

 to be given up to the healthy enjoyment 

 of life. He seems, however, to be able 

 economically to combine work with 

 play. For instance, one may see him 

 engaged in a vigorous game of cricket 

 in the early afternoon, and the cricket 

 may be followed by a brisk country 

 walk with a friend. Returning from 

 the walk. Dr. Doyle will say to the 

 friend: "We dine at 8 o'clock. Perhaps 

 you would like to take a stroll round 

 the garden before dressing while I go 

 upstairs." And he retires, presumably 

 to enjoy a rest. After dinner he may 

 make some such quiet remark as this to 

 his friend, "By the way, rather a hap- 

 py idea occurred to me during our walk 

 this afternoon. " Hereupon he gives the 

 outline of a very fine plot. "What a 

 capital idea for a short story," exclaims 

 the friend. "Sol thought, " remarks 

 the novelist. "Well, will you do it?" 

 "Oh, I've done it," comes Dr. Doyle's 

 oalm reply. "I wrote the story while 

 you were walking in the garden. " 



A Matter of Courtesy. 



An irascible man entered the substa- 



tion exactly at 4 o'clock, and, approach- 

 ing the money order desk, politely re- 

 quested the presiding genius to issue 

 him an order for $50. "Too late," said 

 the damsel curtly, pointing with an ink 

 stained finger to the clock. The indig- 

 nant man stormed, raved and finally 

 challenged the correctness of the time- 

 piece. The imperturbable lady smiled. 

 The following afternoon, two minutes 

 before the closing hour, he again pre- 

 sented himself and calmly asked, "Am 

 I too hite?" "Only just in time, " re- 

 plied the damsel crossly. "Thank you. 

 Now, miss, I must trouble you to issue 

 me 50 orders for$l each." "F-i-f-t-y!" 

 gasped the horror stricken woman. Her 

 tea had just arrived and was standing 

 on a table behind the screen. "Surely 

 you are joking?" "Madam," said the 

 man, raising his hat politely, "courte- 

 sy begets courtesy." — New York Ad- 

 vertiser. 



An Amusingf Toast. 



A well known young lawyer is cred- 

 ited with making a harmless bull at a 

 banquet given by a local organization 

 not many nights ago. Toasts were call- 

 ed for, and to the young lawyer fell the 

 honor of suitably remembering the ab- 

 sent friends. This is the way he an- 

 nounced it: 



"Our absent friends — how soon we 

 would show them the depth of our re- 

 gret at their absence if they were only 

 here with us tonight." 



And the funniest thing about it was 

 that nobody caught on to the bull until 

 some time afterward. — Cleveland Plain 

 Dealer. 



What the Sun Could Do. 



"Ebe astronomers have been figuring 

 on the amount of heat and light that 

 our Bun is constantly emitting. It is 

 shown by this wonderful table of flg- 

 nres that our earth constantly receives 

 as much sunshine as would illuminate 

 50,000,000 square miles of flat surface. 

 Even this vast quantity is as nothing, 

 for, of course, our earth only receives 

 that which happens to fall on the side 

 next to the sun. If there were 

 2,380,000,000 worlds strung around the 

 lun, they would form a shell of a 

 Iphere, with the sun in the center, and 

 *ach would receive daily and hourly 

 the same amount of sunshine thiit we 

 enjoy. — St. Louis Republic. 



