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THE AMKHICAN BEE KEEPER. 



December 



before her tatlKi' died, but since that" — 

 "Her father dead?" 



"Here, 1 tray," said Master Waller. 

 "Don't grip a man's shoulder like that. " 



"Sorry!" 



"They come into uiouej^ so nay mam- 

 ma says, a few years ago" — 



"1 remember tliat. " 



"And then Miss Llewellyn's govern- 

 or put all into something, and it never 

 came out again. That's why she has to 

 manage the calisthenic school that I go 

 to. And I say. Can you touch your toes 

 ■with the tips of your fingers without" — 



"Where docs she live now?" Mr. 

 Bradley seemed excited. 



"In rooms," replied Master Waller 

 volubly. "I've been there to tea along 

 with my sisters. (That's a fine orchid 

 there. You can't see it now. A girl';) 

 hat's in the way. ) And Miss Llewel- 

 lyn's got awfully nice furniture and 

 photographs, and" — Master Waller 

 slapped his l:nee suddenly. "[ remem- 

 ber now where I've seen your face be- 

 fore, Mr. P,.radley. Only without the 

 short beard. " 



"Come outside, " said Bradley, "and 

 tell me. " 



They made their way through the 

 crowd and reached the exit. Bradley 

 held his breath and bent to hear the 

 small boy's reply. 



"On her dressing table," whispered 

 Master Waller confidentially, "in the 

 beautifullefit frame you ever saw, and — 

 Where are you going?" 



"Back to Miss Llewellyn," cried 

 Bradley. 



"Well, but," said Master Waller 

 protestiugly, "wait for me." 



Bradley did not obey the young man. 

 He strode across the lawn, past the 

 band, which was playing a quick march 

 that was not quick enough to keep pace 

 with him. Before Master Waller found 

 the two there bad been a swift exchange 

 of low sentences that altered their views 

 of the world and made them both think 

 of it as a place where happiness is to be 

 found. 



"And why did you refuse me before, 

 dear?" 



"Because all my people pressed me to 

 accept you," said Miss Llewellyn. 



"The excuse of a very obstinate young 

 woman. " 



"Why did you — why did you not ask 

 me aeain?" she demanded. 



"Because," said Bratlley, "it \v:i^ 

 .lust then that your father came into 

 that money "' 



"The excuse of a very independent; 

 man," said iVJif--s Llewellyn, touching 

 with pretty affection the big hand th;.r 

 rested on the round table. "When — 

 when it is that you leave for South 

 America?" 



"Nor i7i!til you tell me to go, dear." 

 ie said promptly. 



"Here, 1 say. " cried Master Waller, 

 arriving after some difriculty, "you 

 two, don't lose sight of me, mind! Miss 

 Llewellyn, have I been a good boy?" 



"I've a great mind to kiss you, Ken- 

 neth, " she said 



"Rather have some more lemonade." 



"As Kenneth declines your sugges- 

 tion," said Bradley, signaling to a 

 waiter, "may I venture to submit my- 

 self— 



"Hush!" .said Miss Llewellyn. — 

 Woman at Home 



A Curious Epitaph. 



The foilo^vius epitaph is copied froin 

 a tomb iu the vicinity of Port EoyaL, 

 Jamaica: 



"Here lieta the body of Louis Caldy, 

 Esq., a nari ve of Moutpellier, in France, 

 which country he left on account of thv 

 revocation. He was swallowed up by 

 the earthquake v>'hich occurred at thi r, 

 place in 1G03, but by the great prov- 

 dence of God was, by a second shock, 

 flung into the sea, where he continued 

 Rwimming till rescued by a bout and 

 lived 40 years afterward." — Nuggets. 



When rfedlam Was Heaven. 



A higLlauder had visited the capital 

 of Scoih.nd, and en his return to hio 

 "native liills" astonished his compan- 

 ions by telling them what he h;,d setn 

 and clone there. "Dugald Macpherscn 

 an me," he said, "gaed doon to Luckj'' 

 McNab's, i'j the Canongate, to mc'. t 

 some o' oor auld i'reens there. When we 

 gaed iu, there was anither ten or a diz- 

 zen heelenuiLn there, an they a' had 

 fheir pipes wi' them. After wo had 

 ...^aen a crack for awhile somebody pro- 

 posed a tune. Wi' that we a' shoulther- 

 ed our pipes an began to play different 

 iunes. Mou, it was bonnie. I .-just 

 thocht I wa.s in heeveu!" — London Tel- 

 egraph. 



