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THE AMERICAN BEE KEEPER. 



June 



In the swift onrush Paolo dropped his 

 dagger, and now, weaponless but fren- 

 zied with rage and despair, he exerted 

 ever_v atom of his marvelous strength 

 and with one giant upheaval overthrew 

 the wild beast. 



But Scipio's mighty claws were busy, 

 and the blood lust was on him too. 

 Crimson streaks through Paolo's tunic 

 made it apparent to the fascinated 

 beholders that this little wrestling bout 

 was not all that it seemed, and many a 

 timid heart, sickened by the sight of 

 blood, edged furtively toward the near- 

 est outlet. 



But what sound is this that breaks 

 the spell and causes the low whispers 

 of inquiry to swell into a babel of 

 tongues? In another moment the semi- 

 solitude of the arena is broken by the 

 appearance of a body of soldiers from 

 the neighboring barracks, all converg- 

 ing rapidly on one point where lay the 

 doughty combatants. 



The young officer in commaiid, has 

 tily disengaging a revolver from his; 

 belt, fires one, two, three shots into the 

 prostrate brute's ear, and with one 

 mighty groan the spirit of the erring 

 Scipio returns to haunt the solitudes of 

 the African deserts. 



Tender hands lift Paolo, unconscious, 

 bleeding and nigh to death. He is borne 

 from the arena as the audience slowly 

 files out of the building under the mas- 

 terful direction of some of the soldiers 

 told oft' for the purpose — silent, awe 

 stricken, sobbing, praying, walking as 

 in a trance. 



In a peaceful little God's acre just 

 outside the walls of Paris sleeps Paolo. 

 His grave all the year round blooms 

 with lovely flowers, and its fond tend- 

 ing shows that, though his body has 

 passed away, his memory still flourishes 

 as brightly as the blossoms that wave 

 over him. — London Answers. 



The Charm of a College Room. 



A college room is a delightful place. 

 Its occupant for the time being is its 

 master. He can do as he will in it — 

 lock his door and be not at home, ad- 

 mit all comer's, sit alone and read or 

 study, or sit with his congenial friend 

 and talk out whatever he maj' have the 

 good fortune to have in his mind. One 

 Harvard graduate certainly, who found' 

 many pleasures of very varied sorts in 



college, remembers very few with sucb 

 a sense of solid comfort duly taken as 

 certain talks had in college rooms with 

 good men, though young, about letters 

 and life and people, the immediate en- 

 vironment and the greater world on the 

 brink of which all college men stand. 

 Music has charms, superlative charms, 

 in college too. 



In this same graduate's memory there 

 are few musical associations more con- 

 soling than the memory of what he 

 heard, half asleep in a chair before a 

 gre, while a good musician who was 

 his classmate sat at his piano in the 

 corner. Some of the calmest and most 

 peaceful m.emories of college are rhe 

 best. The more boisterous pleasures we 

 smile to recall and wonder as we re- 

 member them at the vigor and the folly 

 of youth. But about those quieter 

 streaks of happiness there was no folly 

 and they involved no remorse. — Edward 

 S. Martin in Scribner's. 



The CoHgregation. 



One fine Sunday morning a tourist ar- 

 rived at a kirk in Argyllshire, intend- 

 ing to enter for the English service as 

 soon as the Gaelic was over. "Is the 

 Gaelic service over?" he inquired of the 

 beadle. 



"No, but it will not be fery long. " 



So the tourist strolled on into the 

 churchyard, where the tombstones lay- 

 deep in the long grass. By and by he 

 was recalled by the shouts of the beadle, 

 who stood at the door waving to him. 



"But is the Gaelic service over?" he 

 asked, once more. 



"Oh, aye, it will be over." 



"But I have not seen the congrega- 

 tion. "Which way did it go?" 



The beadle directed his attention to a 

 solitary figure slowly wending his way 

 up the hill, and said, "That's him." — 

 London Tit- Bits. 



Two Points of View. 



On one occasion, at a party given by 

 Sir John Millais, Lady Halle rose tc 

 play the violin, when to her intense 

 amusement she heard Landseer exclaim: 

 "Good gracious! A woman playing the 

 fiddle!" On the other hand, an old 

 fashioned nobleman, when he saw a 

 gentleman sit down to the piano, con- 

 temptuously remarked, "I wonder if 

 the creature can sew." 



