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Show JlffiT A LITTLE STORY ABOUT STINGING BEES James H. Ward of Montrose, Colo., was a guest of the Cullen yesterday. Mr. Ward was once a Bostonese. but his r. neighbors don't bear him malice for that Kw he is a pretty successful cattleman. Years. ago he thought It would be real Tilce to buy a few bunches of busy bees and take lessons from them in extracting extract-ing honey and things from the shining hours. Among his various "herds" wa one from Texas, the kind known and cordially anathematized by beekeepers as niggers." Those bees would rather sting me than rob their neighbors," said Mr. Ward. "I had a neighbor whom I cordially detested de-tested and 1 made up my mind to even up things with hint by running him afoul of those "niggers.' His name was Jim , and if there was anything he did not know more about than the maker I never heard of It. Jim was passing my apiary one day. " 'Jim.' I said careless like. 'Hay,'' said Jln, leaning on the fence. 'Do you know Birthing about beesT 'Yep: know all . about 'em; raised with raT 'Well, come over and see if you can tell what makes ' these pesky varmints sting a fellow so.' "As I said this I kicked the box they were -in sharp and hard half a dozen times' and drew off to safety, as I thought. Jim ambled over, lifted up the super, stuck his head down, and would vou believe It. every blessed one of those her sailed right past him and lit on me with his stinger unsheathed. -No. I did not laugh at Jim. and as Jim did not know of the foul design I had aealnst him he did not laugh at me. I was busy for a week pulling stings out. |