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Show THE BEE. knowledge of the ability of the apiar-,-,- t who guides its flight, it is a hummer, It abounds in stings and hon y. Wo fully agree with the maxim The published in the initial isauo : fool seeketh to smite the bee, but the .vise mau Jetteth the job out to the THE MISSING the daytime. WORD. la saM th law ourt; Knowing, sul.l the school; Truth, sulii the wise man; OrW, 3leasure, saM the fool; Leauty, Baht thepasre; Freedom, said the dreamer; 3Iome, said the saije; Fame, said the Boldier; F.qulty, said the seer Spake my heart full sadly: Tho answer is not here. Provo Enquirer : Talking of com posite pictures, how would it do to Then within my bosom Softly this I heard: Each heart holds the secret, . Kindness Is the word. John Boyle Oltellly, photograph the many different changes of the Salt Lake Trib-me- , in the editorial department, dur mg the last eighteen months, and end the composite editorial thus conto the I ZERAFIN. of the a what as specimen gress, of Utah must endure from its 0 BY MARY C, lIVNflEUPORD. people fj once leading newspaper. 0333333333333333330300000 poli-dea- l ob-rair.e- -- trans-Mississip- d pi T had been a dreadfu Logan Journal : President Tanner day, so unbearable tha mu9t have a private wire to Cuba, I really wished I could ind be in possession of information take to drink to drown not conveyed by the Associated Press. my woes, or throw to the demnition At Manti last week while addressing or work off bowwows, i convention of teachers, he declared my emotions in. a string that we have no ground for our rail- of naughty adjectives; but all these safety valves for irritation are priving accusations against Spain. ileges reserved for the use of the sterner sex, and for a staid church-goin- g Provo Enquirer: As a sort of innowoman like me there was noi outlet for now Instructor suppressed emotion except vation, the Juvenile to punish the children, which I blush comes to hand with a new yellow cov to say I did vigorously and unjustly er on which are profusely printed an- twice apiece. It will next be in There have been numberless ingels with wings. order for the editor to explain to his stances when those irrepressible boys needed punishment and didnt get it, youthful readers the Mormon concep- so perhaps the double dose would only tion of angels. help to make up a fair average. Still, 1 am awfully ashamed of being so Broad Ax : We have received No. savage. At last the hapless day wore to even1, Vol. 1 of The Bee, which is published by the Bee Publishing com- ing, and when Elsa, the Swede, who was the only help I had, went, as was Noble of this Warrum, city. pany her habit, over the fields to her little most of is fearless who the one home to spend the night with her own Jr., and logical writers in this country is little ones, I picked up Johnny, my d baby, who was nodding its editor. It is brimful of brilliant over his bread and milk, and carried editorials and nuggets of truth. The him up to bed, leaving Will and Bob Broad Ax hopes that The Bee will to finish their supper alone. continue to buzz and hum until GaPerhaps I was less gentle than usual as I undressed the blessed darling anff briel blows his last trump. my-se- lf three-year-ol- laid him in bed. His sleepy bine eyes must have seen something warlike in A sjndicate mine, for some wonder crept into them Bingham Bulletin: letter was received last week from a as he kissed me good night, and said in a puzzled, questioning way: San Francisco concern, by the BulleIs mamma naughty boy, too? Poor tin in common with other Utah news- mamma! Ah, poor baby, he deserves a betpapers, wherein Col. Isaac Trumbo was eulogized and recommended as ter mother, I said to myself with a sob, as I laid my face against worthy and deserving of any honor in penitent his quick-beatinhonest little heart, the gift of the people of Utah for his while he his little warm arms clasped services leading up to the birth of the around my head. There I lay sobnew state. bing, and suffering agonies of repentance for all my shortcomings and quick temper, which had certainly been at Provo Enquirer : The Salt Lake the bottom of all the worries of that Tribune seems quite hopeful of fusion troublous day; and, saying to myself, notwithstanding the rather frank as the kindly forgetfulness of sleep statement of Chairman Sloan, which stole over me, If the kingdom of it quite ignores. The Tribune seems Heaven is within us, so as surely is the kingdom of Satan, I lost all reto be banking ' on the entente at membrance of myself, my cares, the Washington, and quotes for the edifi- duties which demanded attention at cation of the Salt Lake Herald the that hour, and the children who were downstairs alone. opinion of Chairman Jones and W. I must have slept very soundly, for J Bryan, who are trying to pay off I heard nothing that went on in the exthe tne old political debts at house; and the little boys, after sitting up till they were tired, came up of pense of Utah. Democrats. their own accord and went to bed, leaving the lamp burning and doors As an. assurance to the News the wide open downstairs. the Manti Messenger remarks : But something awakened me at last If AYhat was it? 1 on in the night. far Will Glasmanns sheet is held at $50,--Oasked myself as I sat up bewildered, what would it cost to buy anyone trying to remember how I happened to of the influential I be there in the dark, and dressed as in papers g, O my confusion I was aware of a little whining noise, something like a kittens cry or even the smothered Love, sahl the maiden; lowest bidder. 13 whimpering of a young baby. I am not a bit timid, but when I lit a match to lock at my watch and found it was one oclock, the house not shut up and a strange uoise to be accounted for, I did wish it were morning, or that John had not selected that particular time for a business trip. There was no help for it; I must go down and shut up the house, for even in a peaceful place like Menden one would not willingly spend the night with open doors. The whimpering sound had not continued, and, excepit for an occasional murmur from a tired as boy, turning sleeping children will, a solemn silence prevailed. I looked through the rooms and on the piazzas a little anxiously, before I closed and locked the doors, and then, feeling wide awake, sat down in the still solitude of the sitting room for a little conversation with the most inconsistent, unwise, and altogether outrageous woman that I know. Yes, I believe I have drawn my likeness correctly, and I may as well take a good look at it myself. The household has been in a tumult all day long, and I believe I. have been at the bottom of it all. Even my own husband, who is a born saint, if ever there was one, got vexed with me at last, and left home a day sooner than he expected. He made an excuse, but that was it, and it serves me right. And what a good-by- e I gave him! I was going to throw my arms around his neck and kiss him on his poor grieved mouth, that had taken on that pitiful look at the corners which it always gets when he leaves us for one of his trips, but my nasty temper suddenly interfered, and I ran into the kitchen and stuck my hands into the pan of flour sifted for bread. He followed me even there. Good-byJenny, coming quite close. I said, indifOh, good-byto see if clear over ferently bending there were not specks in the flour. I knew by the shadow that the darling stooped his head low for the kiss that wasnt offered, but I kept my eyes on the specks I didnt find, and with a dreary sigh John turned away. Ten minutes after, I was wildly repentant and on my way to the station to make up; but the cars whirled ofl? before I could get there. Then I ran home, cross with myself, and so was cross with the children. Poor little things! I wish they had a better mother. They couldnt have one that loved them more, bnt they might have one that could control herself. An alarming sound startled me, a babys cronpy congb. I had not heard the like for five years, for my youngest two children had never had the croup. I ran up the stairs and looked at Johnny, who was sleeping as quietly as his restless nature permitted. Through into the other room I ran, finding Bob sleeping sweetly with unobstructed breathing in one little bed and Will, my oldest and most irrepressible boy, sitting up in the other, with a half frightened, wholly-uneas- y look that made me sure he had a storv to tell. Whos coughing, Will? X asked wonderingly, for the sound, just then repeated, must come from more im-- , mature lungs than any owned by my youngsters. Its that absurd little monkey of a gypsy, said Will, sulkily, and she promised shed keep it so quiet that nobody could hear it. Willi I exclaimed, tell me right away what you have been doing. Haye you brought a dirty gypsy baby . half-articula- te . e, e, . -- (V here without my known ; a; ' Taint dirty, its clean. Where is it? In the spare room, said Will, immediately getting out of the other side of his bed as I wrathfully approached it. I raised my foot a little to pull off, y instrument my slipper, the with which offenders were punished,' but my new resolution held my hand. Undoubtedly Willy, always a terror, had done something dreadfully wrong; but he should not be punished till I had quite controlled myself and could do it without anger. It was easier ever-read- than I thought, but it pained- me to see how surprised Willy looked when I said in the quietest way: - Tell mamma about it, Willy, and dont be frightened; I dare say it is all right. Its one of the gypsy women that wanted you to buy laces after dinner. $he was sitting down behind the currant hushes when I went out to lock up the henhouse, an she bad a sick young one in lier arms, an she said, she guessed it was going to die. It was most dark and kind of half raining, and I guessed it would myself if at stopped out all night, an I I I Yes, dear, and you brought the baby in? That was kind of you, but I jwish you bad told me. I dunno where you was; hadnt peen you since supper time. I think I was with Johnny, hut What next? Did the woman part with per baby willingly? She didnt part with it, Willy blurted out desperately, she asked pie if we couldnt let her sleep in the house cause her child was sick, and I jtook her into the north bedroom. My pretty pink spare room! What la boy! I thought that sentence in a d manner, but I did to control toanage my lips and keep them closed over my tongue. I think jmy silence was harder to bear than the hasty words he expected, for he began to excuse himself, and to say he didnt gemember how I would feel about it, and he had he really had tried to .find me to tell me about it. I stepped softly along the hall to the ;spare room, but hardly dared to open jit for who knew but the strange visitor might have let in a confederate. The baby was whimpering in a stifled way, and the mother seemed to be trying to hush it. I made a sign to Willy to go back to his room and followed him. Now, Willy, 1 said, wemusttalk this matter over. I am not going to scold you, but I am afraid you have got us into very serious trouble. Papa had five hundred dollars for Mr. Perkins of Brandon, who was to call for it on his way to Boston. Papa did not expect to leave till afternoon, and after he had been gone two or three hours I received a telegram from him saying, I left five hundred dollars for Perkins in my old desk. .He will call for it in the morning. The telegram was open and muddy, and I asked the boy what it meant. He said .one of the gypsy men had been hanging around the town for the last week knocked him down, and took it away ,from him, looked at it and then gave it back, saying he didnt know how to ;read, and it didnt do him any good. I felt uneasy about it then, but had forgotten it again till now that I find this gypsy is in the house. She was probably sent here by the man, who undoubtedly could read, and will be here himself, expecting her to let him in. Ill hie him with the poker if he tries to get in, said Willy. A poker in the hand of a boy twelve years old wouldnt be very terrifying to a strong, determined man, dear. Let me take the money and hide in the henhouse with it, then. Thats a better suggestion, Willy, j I highly-italicize- to-morr- to-morr- |