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THE AMERICAN BEE KEEPER. 



October 



cneeks uutcuceakd. 



His ruii-giviugs told him that he had 

 3oue well to go. 



He thought of the restlessness that 

 had possessed him dnriug the early diiys 

 of hie travel. It had seut him from 

 place to place. He had written a letter 

 then that was never posted, and hi;d re 

 fraiued himself until time and distance 

 allowed him to write calmly. Presently 

 the need to write at all ceased and he 

 knew himself cured. 



But tonight Audrey haunted him. Ee 

 could be thankful that he had not made 

 a fool of himself. The girl was not of 

 his world, and he knew the folly of an 

 ill assorted marriage, but she had been 

 very dear to him. 



How fair she was 1 Her face insinu- 

 ated itself persistently between him 

 and sleep. She must be grown up now 

 — yes, Audrey must be 19. The curves 

 of her slender figure would be rounded 

 and many subtle changes mark the time 

 that had seen the crossing of the bor- 

 der line of womanhood, but she would 

 be the same Audrey that he had known 

 and had been so near to loving. 



It was late before he slept. Then 

 Audrey came to him in dieams that 

 had no definite shape. He tried vainly 

 afterward to remember in what guise 

 and to what accompanying circum- 

 stances she had appeared to him. He 

 only knew that she had been with 

 him, sleeping as waking, through the 

 night. 



The air and the light of day, how- 

 ever, cleared his braiii. He spent a 

 morning with Diana, and by the time 

 she was sitting opposite to him at lunch 

 he could view the situation calmly and 

 see that hif. happiness lay in the direc- 

 tion he was taking. Nor was he con- 

 sciously selfish. 



He parted with Diana and walked 

 homeward. It was a time of roses. The 

 roses in a flower shop caught his atten- 

 tion. They filled the window. 



He found himself in the shop. He 

 had been attracted by red roses, yet in 

 the end it was white roses he chose. 

 He believed that he made his choice by 

 hazard, though now he sometimes won- 

 ders. It may be that some thought of 

 Audrey's nature influenced him. 



He took out a card and paused. 

 What to say? His love? He hesitated 

 and wrote. "Forauld lane svue. " Then 



he gave his cntcticus as to the eeuuiug 

 and left the shop. 



Three days later a letter reached 

 him. 



He opened it carelessly, not recogniz- 

 ing the handwriting. His fingers tight- 

 ened suddenly upon the sheet. 



"I put your roses on her heart," 

 wrote her mother, "loose, as they came. 

 She would have loved them so." — 

 Lady's Kealm. 



An luti^resting Renniniscence. 



A. Wilcltr cit Newark, N. J., writing 

 to the New \cik Voice, gives the fol- 

 lowing renaiiiii^cence : 



"In the i.utumn of 1852 the national 

 woman's lights convention was held at 

 Syracuse I was present and reported the 

 proceedings tor the Associated Press 

 The lights of the cause were present, Lu- 

 cretiaJVJctt. Paulina Wright Davis, Eliz- 

 abeth Oakts amith, Ernestine L. Rose, 

 Clarissa Nithcls, Martha Dickinson, 

 Susan B Authony, Lucy Stone and An- 

 toinette L Brcwn. The latter two had 

 recently gri...uated from Oberlin. Mrs. 

 Mott presided and displayed parlia- 

 mentary abi.ity and tact of a superior 

 character Miss Brown evinced her log- 

 ical ability, Mrs. Rose her characteristic 

 energy, Mir Stone her readiness and 

 grace of delivery She was the star, but 

 the others supported her well. This, 

 however, is 'lot the point. There was 

 free speech on all sides, and some of J6 

 was very tree Several men were far 

 from complimentary, and the defects, 

 the petty spites and other naughtinesses 

 of women were forcefully depicted. One 

 evening a <^dy whose name I forget 

 took the platform. 'We read, ' said she, 

 'thai God ma-^le heaven and earth in sis 

 days. Then he created man. After that 

 he created woman from one of his ribe. 

 Now, if that one bone of man is so 

 wicked what must the whole of him 



be?' " 



An old cook noted for making the 

 most delicious of loaf cakes was asked 

 her secret for never having a failure 

 and replied: "It's all in the baking. The 

 richer the cake the slower must be the 



oven." 



A woman's journal has been started 



in Constantinople, in which the doc- 

 trine of the equality of tt<5 sexes is vig- 

 orously advocated. 



