GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE 



Theii she added that tliere was a woman 

 in Traverse City who was so anxious to see 

 me that she almost cried when she learned, 

 two years ago, that I had been in Traverse 

 City'^and she did not know it; and she sent 

 a special request to have me call. Her rea- 

 son for wanting to see me is one T have 

 heard so many times that it is almost laugh- 

 able. She said that, in years gone by, in 

 her early childhood her father kept bees, 

 read Gi;KAN1ngs, and thought there Avas 

 nobody in the world like Mr. Root; and her 

 good husband placed his Buick automobile 

 at my disposal while I waited for the night 

 train. As I was interested in the summer 

 cottages he took me past the beautiful 

 summer homes in the edge of the woods 

 around both points of Grand Traverse Bay. 

 Cottages are scattered all along the shores 

 of the bay. The Avater is as clear as crys- 

 tal, and the white sandy bottom makes an 

 ideal place for summer outings. Women 

 and children in light airy clothing go there 

 to pass the hot months. 



After a refreshing sleep, even on the cars, 

 I awoke in Detroit, a stranger, as I sup- 

 posed, in a strange land. Our Homes for 

 August 1st has told you of my finding my 

 good friends the Flowers, and how they 

 took me in their automobile not only to the 

 great Ford establishment but all around the 

 city. Surely I can say with the Psalmist, 

 " Goodness and mercy shall follow me all 

 the days of my life, and I will dwell in 

 the house of the Lord for' ever." 



Now, with this long wandering-away from 

 this subject of that little tract, let us get 

 back. Was not what I have been telling 

 you an answer to that prayer in the woods, 

 that the dear Savior would bless and guide 

 my footsteps during the two following', 

 days "? 



This talking with Christ as described in 

 the tract is to be where nobody can hear 

 or know anything about it. At such times 

 I do not even want to think of how it would 

 strike the people or what others might say. 

 It is all between you and your unseen Lord 

 and Master. A hyprocrite or an unbeliever 

 never prays when he is alone. It would be 

 stupid, and sheer folly. I am ashamed to 

 say that of late years T have not gone off 

 by myself and " talked with Christ," as I 

 did years ago, and T firmly believe I have 

 suffered in consequence. It is mostly when 

 disturbed, and something worries me, that 



simplest way of feeding a needy colony. Certainly 

 It is the simph-st, and may be, all things considered, 

 the cheapest Years aeo I decided that a pound of 

 honey in the comb, well ripened and sealed up, was 

 worth ii good deal more than a pound of sugar in 

 preparing bees for winter — perhaps twice as much. 

 I should like to know what Dr. Miller thinks about 

 the comparative cost of this manner of feeding. 



1 feel like going away by myself where I 

 can pray out loud; and sucli praying almost 

 invariably bears fruit. 



After the above wrs in type I came 

 across the following in the Sunday School 

 Times. I give it because it is so much in 

 line with our tract at the head of this 

 Home paper. I think T will put a head 

 on it — • 



" TALKING WITH GOn." 



Recently a lady I know had this experience: She 

 had co-llected a debt due her, and had put aside the 

 Lord's tenth. She was about to apportio-n it out tp 

 home and foreign missions, when suddenly the 

 question came, " Have you asked God about the 

 disposition of that which belongs to him?" She 

 fell upon her knees and waited' a while. Suddenly 

 there came to her mind a person she had not seen 

 in years; in fact, it had been about twenty \fars 

 since they had been in touch with each other. This 

 person, the daughter of an old minister, left with 

 very limited means, served the Master by putting a 

 baby organ in an O'ld buggy and driving out in the 

 country to play at the meetings of an,- deno.nina- 

 tion. The order came, " Send ten- dollars to that 

 lady." It was done, and the return mail brought a 

 letter saying, " I was sitting on my little porch 

 when your letter came, and I had just said tO' my 

 heavenly Father, ' Lord, you know I've promised to 

 go to a meeting, and I want to go and help ; but 

 you know I haven't a dollar ,and my old buggy 

 can't be mended tor less than ten. If you want me 

 to go, please send me the money.' Was it not a 

 case of ' Before ye call, I will answer ' ? " 



TRUE AND FALSE PATRIOTISM. 



The following, which I clip and abbrevi- 

 ate from a tract sent me, is, as I under- 

 stand, by Frederick Lynch, in Christian 

 Work and Evangelist. I have given place 

 to it because, almost for the first time, it 

 has come to me that what is called patriot- 

 ism, or a love for one's country, may be 

 not only a mistake but an instigation of the 

 Devil. Those who claim to be followers of 

 the Lord and Savior Jesus Christ should 

 love all countries as well as their own ; and 

 I begin to think that the command " Thou 

 shalt love thy neighbor as thyself " might 

 Sttingly — at least at the present tiine — read, 

 " Thou shalt love other nations as thou dost 

 love thine OAvn nation." When humanity 

 gets up to this view of patriotism, world- 

 wide peace Avill come. As T take it, Fred- 

 *eiick Lynch has been hin\self a Avitness of 

 the horrors of the battlefield. 



Women are rushing from besieged and burning 

 cities with little babies in their arms, and cold, 

 hungry, tired boys and girls, hardly old enough to 

 walk, trying to keep up. Poverty stares millions in 

 the face — poverty not only during the war, but dur- 

 ing long years to come. Thousands of women are +0 

 be widows, millions of little children are to be left 

 fatherless. Natural affections are already blotted 

 out, and their place being taken by strange, cruel 

 lusts and passions. The virtue of women will be 

 a free commodity for all soldiers. Drunkenness has 

 already spread thruout these lands in a bad orgy. 



