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A DREAM POEM.
Last night as I lay sleeping
I dreamed 1 wrote a rhyme
That critics called the finest
Little poem of the time.
And when 1 waked this morning.
As the day dawned clear and bright.
The verses seemed to be so obscure—
Those critic's may be right
The lilac stood dose to Elizabeths window.
All purple with bloom, while the little
Her stint was a long one. and she was a
And moaned that Jshe never could Ret it
But a wind stirred the lilac blossoms,
And a wonderful sweetness came floating
And Elizabeth felt, though she could not
have said it.
That a friend had come to her to help her
And after that she kept on her spinning.
Gay as a bird, for the world hail begun
To seem such a pleasant, good place for
That she was amazed when her stint was
And the pale-browed little New England
Outside her lessons bad learned that duy,
That the sweetness around us will sweeten
If we will but let it have its way.
—Mary EL Wilkins in .St. Nicholas.
A TRUE BEE STORY.
There was a grand exhibition of bees
at W., and here it was where our friend
Mr. Honig bought a queen. She was.
very beautiful, with golden eyes and
yellow-ringed legs; in fact, a lovely
queen. To bring her home to rule
over her future subjects, Mr. Honig
transformed an empty match-box into
a little bee-house, well ventilated with
numerous small holes, and apparently
secure enough to make even a longer
trip than the one intended. To pre
vent her from being lonesome the soft
hearted young man, himself deeply in
love, enclosed four worker bees to act
as maids of honor. Full of pleasant
anticipations of being able to produce
a cross with his other bees at home,
imagining already the appearance of
his prospective swarms, he put the lit
tle box with its precious contents into
the pocket of his loosely-fitting trous
ers—at that period the latest style.
Indeed, Mr. Honig looked as stylish
as a young man could look who in
tended to meet his bride and his fu
ture mother-in-law at the depot at P.,
a city but a few miles distant from W.
After sending a telegram to this effect
to his beloved one, he rushed to the
depot to catch the train. The locomo
tive was whistling already when Mr.
Honig appeared upon the platform,
and he rushed to the very first coupe
that had not yet been closed. (Cars iti
most parts of Europe possess small
apartmets, instead of being- all open
as they are here.) The coupe was
filled with travelers, and in his haste to
enter, Mr. Honig stumbled over the
extended legs of an old gentleman
and landed, rather violently, with his
head upon the pointed knees of an old
spinster, who immediately responded
by a shrill wail of pain, ending in a
torrent of abusive language. Excus
ing himself as well as he could, he
reached an empty seat, but had to lis
ten to grumbling remarks, such as
4lThe fellow is drunk," and other
equally complimentary ones.
By sitting perfectly still and looking
as innocent as possible he tried to
modify and mollify the bad opinions
of his fellow travelers about his con
dition, but at this moment he felt an
insufferable itching sensation upon
his right leg. Slyly he felt for the
spot, but touched, unwillingly enough,
a female sitting close to him. "Young
man," she said severely, "you ought to
be ashamed of yourself, and do not let
it happen again!" Mr. Honig turned
scarlet red in the face, but at this mo
ment sprung up with great haste.
"Good Lrord! "What does he intend to
do now?" shrieked the old spinster.
"Shame, young man, to enter a car in
such a condition!" remarked a rever
end looking man with a red nose.
"The officials of the company should
not allow such proceedings," remarked
another. "Is there no law to protect
us against such fellows?" added still
Just then our friend felt a violent
stinging sensation, and carefully in
vestigated his pocket. His fears were
realized —the box was broken and the
bees were gone. At that very mo
ment two other bees brought their
stings into action, and our friend Ho
nig jumped about as if being roasted
"Heaven protect us," wailed his vis
a-vis, "he has gone mad!" "Conduc
tor! Conductor!" all the passengers
cried. "Conductor, take him away!
take him away!"
Poor Honig shrieked again, dancing
about wildly. "Police!" cried the old
spinster. "'He will murder us all!"
"He is raving mad!" "He is an es
caped lunatic!" "Conductor, conduc
At this moment the conductor ap
peared at the window and was in
formed of the existing state of affairs.
"The train will stop in a moment,"
he said. "This must be investigated
A shrill whistle —Station N.
As quickly as possible all the pas
sengers escaped through the open
door. The station master, notified by
the conductor, carefully closed the
door agaitl and addressed ouf poof
victim: "You say that you and others
have escaped?" "Yes, indeed, all
have escaped," answers friend Honig.
"All of them, how many were they?"
"Fve," laments our friend. "Four
workers —not a great loss —but the
queen is also gone." "What, a queen?"
asks the station master in an ironical
tone, "how did she look?" "O, she
had golden eyes and black and yellow
legs." A fine queen indeed; and how
looked the workers?" "Just like all
other workers—one bee looks like an
other." "Now keep your thoughts from
wandering, young man," said the sta
tion master in a severe voice, "and do
not again carry bees in your head."
"I do not have them in my head, but
in my trousers," cries our despairing
Honig. The station master only
laughed and held his shaking sides.
"I had a hole in my pocket, and
through it they must have crawled."
"Who crawled through that hole?"
asked the astonished station master.
"Why, the queen and the four work
eers." "Ha, ha, ha;" cried the laugh
ing officer, "but why are you howling
again?" "No wonder I am crying—l
can stand it no longer." And the poor
tormented victim danced about in the
most frantic manner.
At this moment the bell rang, and
the laughing station master left the
window of the now moving train and
entered the telegraph office to inform
the authorities of P., the next station,
to be in readiness to receive a mad per
son, locked in coupe No. 1. The train
was moving rapidly, and poor Honig
was alone at last. He was suffering
terribly, and removing his trousers as
quickly as possible, held them near the
open window. Three bees disappeared
through it, but to get rid of the oth
ers, still hidden, he shook the inex
pressibles wildly in the air out of the
window. "Good by, you faithless
queen!" he cried. At that very mo
ment the fast express passed, and Mr.
Honig felt as if his head had been torn
away, but it was not quite that bad, as
only the trousers had been carried off
by the passing train. Honig was par
alyzed —everything turned dark be
fore his mental eyes.
Another loud whistle, the train
moved slower, and glided into the
union depot at P., which was filled
with a crowd of people. Honig recog
nized upon the platform his future
wife, his mother-in-law and numerous
friends ready to meet him. Of course
he hid himself as well as he could,
but in vain. Two policemen ap
proached, opened the door, and pulled
poor Honig to the light. "Ha, ha, ha,"
cried the conductor; "he has made
himself nice for the reception by dis
robing." "Well, there is surely no
doubt about it, he is as crazy as can