1897. 



THE AMERICAN BEE KEEPER. 



113 



WHY SUD POORTITH GRIEVE THEE? 



Why sud poortith grieve thee? 



Why be dour o' heart? 

 Gin thy luve nae leave thee, 

 FJout thee na deceive thee, 



Leesome is thy part. 



Wha wad aye be busy, 



Tentin gowd or gear. 

 Gin a sonsie hizzie, 

 Meg or Bess or Lizzie, 



Lilts in meadovFS near? 



Quit thy daurg, an to her 



Riu \\V merrie speed! 

 Yon's tlie lass. Gae woo herl 

 Tinin her, ye'll rue her 



Mair nor muckle need. 



Gray age grips the guinea. 



Ye hae gowd o' youth. 

 Kisses, sweet as hiney, 

 Lackin, ye're a ninny. 



Tak' them noo, i' sooth I 

 —J. L. Heaton in "The Quilting Bee." 



HIS TEMPTATION. 



"Oh, shut up, Macpherson!" 



Walter Macplierson, medical student, 

 who was thus emphatically addressed, 

 finished the verse of the music hall 

 melody he was singing in his musical, 

 if rather boisterous voice, and then 

 turned toward his companion. 



"What's up, old man?" he asked, re- 

 garding him with a comical look of con- 

 cern on his good natured face. ' 'You 

 don't look as happy as I've seen you. 

 To quote Glabrio in "The Sign of the 

 Cross:" "Whether is it your liver or 

 your heart that troubles you? If the 

 former, send for the doctor; if the lat- 

 ter, send for the woman. ' ' That advice 

 is invaluable, my dear fellow, and 

 ought to be acted upon at once. ' ' 



Frank Ross pushed the book he had 

 been poring over away from him impa- 

 tiently and rose from the table. He was 

 a tall, slightly made lad, very different 

 in appeai'ance from the stalwart Mac- 

 pherson, with whom he had shared his 

 lodgings for the last two sessions. They 

 were both medical students and in their 

 second last year. 



"I wish you'd keep your advice to 

 yourself, Macpherson, " he said. "I find 

 it difiScult enough to study just now; 

 when you are in the room it's impossi- 



ble. I cannot imagine how you ever 

 manage to get through yourexams^, and 

 with honors too. ' ' 



"You see, I'm not in love, Ross, and 

 that makes a difference. My dear boy," 

 he continued, changing his bantering 

 tone, "I wish you would not worry 

 yourself so much over trifles. You will 

 make yourself ill before the end of the 

 session. ' ' 



"Trifles!" Ross exclaimed. "Do you 

 call it a trifle that I have not seen her 

 for nearly three weeks and that, al- 

 though I know she is in town, she has 

 not even written to let me know her ad- 

 dress? I tell you, it is enough to drive a 

 felJow mad to be engaged to a girl like 

 that!" 



Walter Macpherson glanced at Ross' 

 pained, augry face with a look of sym- 

 pathy on bis o-\vn handsome one. Then a 

 dark flush crept gradually over it and 

 he busied himself in lighting his pipe. 



"Have you not seen Miss Wilson late- 

 ly, then?" he asked kindly. He had a 

 disagreeable feeling of disloyalty to his 

 friend in his honest heart as he thought 

 of how only a few nights ago he had 

 met, quite by accident on his part, the 

 young lady in question, and as he had 

 had nothing special to do walked part of 

 the way with her to where she was stay- 

 ing with friends. Somehow he had omit- 

 ted to mention the meeting to Ross, and 

 of course took it for granted that he 

 knew where she was living and had seen 

 her himself. Macpherson had known 

 Lily Wilson for some time and was on 

 friendly terms with her, as being 

 Frank's intended. She and Frank came 

 from the same town, some distance out 

 of Glasgow, and had known each other 

 all their lives. It was an understood 

 thing that the marriage would take 

 place whenever Ross was through. He 

 made no secret to Macpherson of his all 

 absorbing love for Lily, and Walter, 

 who had never been in love as yet, lis- 

 tened gocd naturedly, wondering some- 

 times if any girl was worth troubling so 

 much over, and invariably coming to 

 the conclusion that if such a one existed 

 it was Lily Wilson — Lily, with her yel- 

 low hair and tall, willowy figure. 



For a moment he hesitated whether 

 to tell Ross of the chance encounter or 

 not, then he made up his mind to say 

 nothing about it. He would try to see 



