1897. 



TUE AMElilCAN BEE KEEPER. 



S05 



•'VvncP>E NEITHER MOTH NOR R'JST 

 CORRUPT." 



If peradvenmre in the years to be 

 You coino, O child, to narrower needs of me 

 As the world widens \o you— oven althougli 

 Life touch yt u wi>h indiffeicnce as you go- 

 No longer hand in liand and heart to heart, 

 Should we be borne apart, 

 Thrust far asunder in the hurrying press, 

 Even !so I shall not faie conipanionless. 



!ii!id the last laie loiierers wanaering slow, 

 7i!li wearied, equable pace, 

 The solace of the sunset on my face— 

 The sunset spaciovis and low— 

 Willi tired feet in the dew, 

 Lifting mine eyes wliere you 

 Far in the fore Trent of the pageant ride, 

 Mailed in the splendors of your strength and 



pride, 

 You— yet another you, 



Yourself as vt lily— leans his cheek to mine. 

 Lilts inariicuia.e eloquence divine 

 With babbling call and coo. 



The small down vestured head, 



Golden and faint, 



Pale as the aureole of a child saint. 



Dear as a tender tliought of one long dead, 



The innocent cs, the sweet 



Impetuous littie teet— 



These, though the world went mourning foi 



your sake. 

 Not the sheer tomb could take. 



The sweet eyes plead, the fluttering hands im 



plore, 

 The frail arms cling as fondly as before 

 The strange years worked their will. 



Child of' my heart, though change and time 



divide 

 Me and your later semblance, you abide! 

 However time may devastate or fulfill. 

 Safe, incorru-jLible, shall my treasure hide, 

 Borne on my biea.st, light pattering at my side, 

 The fair g'.ios. linger still. 



—Rosamund Marriott Watson in Harper's Mag- 

 azine. 



WHALENS LUCK. 



Whalen's luck wr.s copious, aud it 

 became proveibial. The facts here re- 

 corded are Lut specimen pages from the 

 book of his expericuce. 



Wheu the Conholidated Canal com- 

 pany went into insolvency, its assets 

 consisted of a mortgaged right of way 

 through the saf elrush and several com- 

 pleted but deiached sections of a big 

 ditch. 



Mr. Brick Whalen, the contractor on 

 flection 3, i:;id finished the heavy work 

 there aud was preparing to move camp to 

 Bectiou 6 when the company went 

 broke. It wrs, in fact, upon the very 

 dav thfi snsi.Knsinu was posted that 



Whalen, having had his contract work 

 inspected, took theeneiueer's certificate 

 up to headquarters to get his check. He 

 received instead a st.iteuient that the 

 cdflipauy was in temporary difiiculties 

 and an assurance that it would soon re- 

 sume. 



Whalen had before this worked for 

 shaky corporations. He knew better and 

 lost no time in acting on his knowledge. 



"No good howlin over a broken pipe 

 cr tryiu to .save the pieces," he told 

 himself. To his gr.ng of 20 men he 

 said: "B'ys, the company's broke and 

 so am I. I can't pay ye aud I can't feed 

 ye. You got to rustle." - 



"What's the matter "with us taking 

 the mules?" said on"^. ■ '' ■ 



"Them mules' and scrapers don't be 

 long to me, as I've often told ye," sail 

 Whalen, whose custom' it was to refel 

 to a legeudar}^ backer. "This ditchinj^ 

 outfit is the' property Of Martin ct ban 

 Francisco, audaiiy man that mtdoltK 

 witii it will get the sheriff after him." 



"I'll take one, just the same," said 

 Shorty, "and tell Martin he can have 

 him again When my wages is paid. 

 That's about fair." 



A few Gtiiers took the sarhe view of 

 the eqciiies involved and took mules, 

 to Mhich W'halen made only a wordy 

 resistance. Most of the men were in- 

 duced to accept orders on the defunct 

 ccmpaiiy for the' amount due them, 

 payable with large interest. "Aud if 

 yon dcu't get it very scon the interest 

 will Gcuble 3'Gur money," said Whalen. 



Wheu the la.st man had gone, Whalen 

 went out to the corral and counted the 

 mules. "Forty-one head. That was a 

 pretty close call," said he. 



It was late in the season to find an- 

 other job of scraping, but the mules 

 could not live ou sagebrush and were 

 at once started for the railroad. Ou a 

 srcall stream where camp was made 

 one night a band of trail sheep was 

 also camped. Whalen eyed them dis- 

 dainfully. 



"I see the beggars eat sage, "said he. 



"Why, certaiuiy," replied the sheep 

 man. "That's the finest kind of feed for 

 sheep. " 



"I wish work mules would do that," 

 said Brick. "I never was so near a 

 sheep iu my life," he continued. "The 

 smell of 'em- a mile away is enough for 

 me. Funny little fellows, and they look 



