1897. 



THE AMERICAN BEE KEEPER. 



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face he realized that it had been no 

 dream. Walter tliought she had never 

 looked so beautiful as she did now. 

 They were all alone in their corner of 

 the park, and a pale yellow moon was 

 beginning to shed its rays on Lily's 

 golden hair and dark, slight figure so 

 close beside him. For a moment a wild 

 longing- to draw her into his arms came 

 over Walter; to take the prize that was 

 so suddenly thrown within his reach. 

 Was it not his by right after what she 

 had said? Then, suddenly remembering 

 Frank, he put the temi^tation from him. 

 Was he going to betray his friend who 

 had trusted him with his whole heart? 

 A dark flush rose to his brow. 



"I am sure you do not mean what 

 your words imply. Miss Wilson," he 

 said. "Believe me, I shall not think of 

 them again. Remember Frank, who has 

 not a thought apart from you, whose 

 ambitions, hopes and dreams for the fu- 

 ture are all centered round you, and 

 when the time comes be the true and 

 loving wife to him that he deserves. " 



Lily, listening to his grave, calm 

 words, did not guess the wild tumult 

 that lay beneath the outward composure. 

 She only felt that she had humiliated 

 herself in vain, and she hid her face in 

 her hands. 



• •••••• 



A few days later Frank Ross burut 

 into the little sitting room where Mac- 

 phersou was poring over his books and 

 executed a dance more distinguished for 

 its violence than its grace in front of 

 Walter's astonished eyes. 



"Congratulate me, old fellow! Lily 

 has consented to mai-ry me at once. She 

 is an angel and says she does not mind 

 being a little poor for a year or two un- 

 til my studies ai'e finished. She agrees 

 with me that long engagements are a 

 vast mistake. What a cad I was ever to 

 doubt the dearest, sweetest girl that 

 ever lived! You must be best man, Wal- 

 ter. ' ' 



"With all my heart," answered Mac 

 pherscn, giving him his baud. Frank, 

 in his happiness, which is apt to bring 

 with it selfishness, did not notice that 

 his friend's face looked white and 

 drawn. ' "And I wish 30U both the best 

 of everj'thing tliat life can give." 



"Thanks, old chap, " Frank said as 

 he clasped Macpherson's hand. — Scot- 

 tish Kights. 



A Few W^ords on Bookn. 



A good remark somebcdy made onoe 

 is that if you own books you do not 

 have to read them. That is, if you hear 

 of a certain book, you say, "I must get 

 that out of the library and read it." 11 

 you do so, it is necessary to read it at 

 once and return it. If 5'ou can buy it, 

 you read what portion satisfies your par- 

 ticular want at the moment, and then 

 there it stands among your other good 

 friends, always ready, like any real 

 friend, to serve you at a moment's no- 

 tice in any way it can. ludeed, it is a 

 real friend, because it never deserts you, 

 jiever goes back on you, never changes, 

 unless somebody borrows it, and that in 

 not the book's fault. The mere fact thai 

 vour room is filled with books is a good 

 Kind of influence, for there is something 

 in the mere proximity of books that 

 makes a cluip serious occasionally and 

 induces him to sit and ponder once in 

 awhile in the midst of his grind, his 

 sport, his daily work and his other and 

 less valuable friends at school or college. 



Then, too, in these days, when there 

 are so many hundreds of books a yeai 

 and so many millions already published, 

 it is utterly impossible to try to read, as 

 the old fellows in the later middle ages 

 used to, everything that is published. 

 It is far better to re-read some good, fa- 

 miliar things again and again. They 

 are good books, they are your especial 

 favorites, and you will seldom fail tc 

 find something new in them each time 

 you read them. It gives you a little idea 

 of how much the writing of them must 

 have meant to their author if you can 

 read them, say, 20 times and still go on 

 finding something you had not succeeded 

 in discovering in them before. — Harper's 



A Good Suggestion. 

 A correspondent of a Boston paper 

 says: "As far as I have observed, when- 

 ever a food preparation is put into a 

 package Avith printed matter the printed 

 side is invariably placed near the article 

 of food, winch often happens to be of a 

 standard and superior quality. Why not 

 reverse the printed slip? Printing ink is 

 Dot nutritious, palatable or wholesome, 

 and such food packages, if allowed to 

 remain unopened for a long time and if 

 exposed to heat and moisture, must de- 

 teriorate in quality and may even be- 

 come unwholescme. " 



