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pike County
Bee Culture.
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Bergen Thought Itis Item Might
Work 111 Winter an Well an
Summer.
lly EOWIS J. WEUSTEIt.
Oki Tom Beeson km w about bees and
he hud njoytd a familiar acquaintance
with I’ike county., whiskey for a numbed
Of years.” said Deacon Todgers reminis
cent "hut when it came to combining
his Knowledge of the tv.o he; fell from
grace. That’s ihe reason he isn’t an eider
in the church, and is nursing a bunged
up laco and’sthe loss of the best paying
lot of been evch known in the State ot
Pennsyivania. f
Pom’s gre dim ss. Say at the bottom of
all his present trdublts; For years he had
raljt'dJUoea anti made a genrd thing of it.
but last fail the idea struck him. that his
bees might just as well work winters as
Summers. ’’Tticre’s that big greenhouse
of mine, lighted and heated all through
lire wlntcr.Q will put my poor, cod bees
hi it. They won’t know it’s winter and
wa.l keep on making honey. It. will lie an
art,, of Christian charity,* he says coni
placently, ’and, besides that, your Uncl.s
ThcrrißS will get more honey.'
‘Bees ain’t Christians,’ t told hin
s lefnrlr, ‘but lees have their rights. li's
on outrage to make an honest. Industrious
bee.,who has, bc< n working all th sur|-
mer. keep %t the: job by gold-bricking hi in
:nto the belief that winter hasn’t com.;,’
"But loin wasn't to be changed from his
purpose. When the weather beg in to ;jet
old ho moved all his hives into the gre in
house. Those poor, faithful, hard-working
bees were Just beginning- to ease up in
their heney making before settling deftvn
for a good Winter’s rest and sleep. It -s is
plain they were puzzled at timling th;m
telves in a place v.nt-lV it was ah dosi
ns warm as summer. But they hao a
world of trust in Tom, and every bee soon
rettled down to work and gathered in
honey frcm'the greenhouse in a way that
tickled Toni Bergen's soul.
•' ’Did you ever zee hippier, more con
tented bees?’ he asked me. ‘Over-wcsking
them? Why, it’s a pleasure and n ivelty
never before expert-need by Pike county
bees to be working in a modern green
house, with the sun shining in on them
and flowers all about, instead of sleeping
In a dfeld hive. almost covered with snow
drifts? and Tom drew a long breaih and
swelled out his ehesi as if he tttis the
real original be philanthropist.
'Nature is nature,’ I warned him, 'and
It won’t be but a little whije befoyse those
bees of yours will, feel the want of their
winter's sleep pine away.’
’’Sure enough,'after a week or two, the
"Want one more honey, bes’ honey ever made.”
bea began to act sluggish and tired.
Some of them died and the reet? fell off
in theii; honey-making. Tom was? mad.
‘ ‘After providing heat, and'light, and
flowers, and lavishing tender cate on
those bees, are they going to doublecross
me and not make honey? Not if I can
depend on the workings of my own mas.
ive intellect.’
“Tom puzzled over the matter cfdite a
while and finally came to me one day
with the air of a man who had solved a
big problem.
“ When .1 get to feeling tired. wt*at do
I take?’ he asked me solemnly.
“ U*ff pretty often you are tired, Tom.
I told him reprovingly, ‘and it’s always
a glass of whisky you are after then.
.But are you going |o get out a .license* for
a bee-l?ar and sell red-eye whisky to those
misguided little workers of yours.”
“Tom saw* I was sort of laughing at
him, and his dignity was-hurt.
When an able, but modest old map. is
planning n step which may change the
bee industry of Pike county,’ he says I
verely, 'it isn’t any time to be casting rid- [
icule on him. Those bees of mine will
feel better during the winter months fr
a little bracer to start them up in the
morning, and I am too tender hearted a
man to refuse it to them. It’s more ana
better honey I will gather in. too.’
“ It's leading virtuous bees into drunk
ard's graves,' I warned him. ‘ln the end
neither bless! r - nor profit will tome of
it.”
"But Tom vN.i:-i stubborn. ‘lf I tbe
honey,' he rcplfeit, I can look out for
the profit myself. As for the blessing 1
'vtll try aml worry through the winter
"l,thout it.’ ,
‘The next day Tom put a saucer filled
vfth whisky and water in front of the
entrance to each hive. At first the bees
didn’t pay any attention to It. By ana
h}’ one voung bee, attracted hy
the fragrant odor of good whis
ky. took ; a little njp. You never saw
such rt. change in a bee. From a tired,
ii.tless little animal he was turned into
the busiest honey gatherer In the hive,
ml Went around buzzing and humm.ny
lf ho w;ls singing some bee drinking
•'eng. I'rctly soon the other bees took
o drink, and by the time the saucers were
emptied 'every bee was working as liar*
tm over he could, and singing awa>. as
lf he nliver before appreciated what real
bee happiness was.
“That day the bees gathered more
honey than ever on a summer day.
''as delighted over the success of his
*A man don’t nppreelate how human
bees ar6 until he has seen the wily th .
take to good whisky. I get the honey,
•ho bees have o good drink, and e .
One li, happy. It’s u reveintion In bn
ilture that your Uncle Tom Bergen t
about to spring on an admiring comm
The nnx* day the bees went right
*he ir whianv' and. water nnd got a llr ‘ ‘
before (hey began work. So It was the
oext day and the next. I,u ‘ c ” ch
•led on- thing, and that was that cacn
the been wanted more wn - '.
I<*'* V. liter in tbclf morning hr;*’r
'hfv grot HO that they had to hate
"’fee drink:, n. day. Tom dldn t cer
tor tbu bees were making lots of honey.
Jos. A. Magnus & Cos.,
CWCIWATI, o.
.and for some reason, which Tom didn't
understand a< the time, there was a tre
mendous demand' for his honey. *Of
course, people like good fresh honey,’
he said in sort of a puzzled way, ‘but
that doe hr i sedm 10 account for the eag
erness with wM h old fellows who never
seemed to -:ire two pins for sweets rush
10 m their orders for my honey. I
wonder if there isuV some other reason.’
And there was.
One day ’Old Elder Brown, who is at
the head of the Band of Temperance
W orkers, called at* Tom’s greenhouse.
“ ‘ t,VB eaten honey all my life,’ says
Klder Brown earnestly, 'but I never tast
ed honey ihat could .compare with yours.
I guess I’ll take a Uigle of it now.”
'Ho the elder bought a box of honey.
As soon as he had the box in his hand he
began to look at the honey in a longing
way.
Guess I 11 take a taste now,’ and he
kept on until he had eaten the wdiole box
full.
Mus’ have 'nother box,’ said the elder
in sort of a husky voice. ’Bes’ honey in
world.'
"Well, the good old elder ate three boxes
of honey, atul then he fell down in a heap
in the corner of the greenhouse and went
to sleep murmuring, 'Want one more
honey. Bes’ honey ever made.'
"Tom Was terribly shocked, for he
thought the elder must h je been tanking
up before he came aftev the honey. The
next week, though, class A of the Sunday
School went on a picnic.and after getting
away with six boxes of Tom'sTioney that
picnic* broke up in a row'.’ in which the
teacher of the class referred to the minis
ter as a ‘long-bearded billy goat.’ Then
the minister began to suspect Tom’s
honey had something to do with it. He
called on Tom and found: him out in the
greenhouse filling up a saucer with
whisky for a delegation fof thirsty bees.
The good man was shocked.
•• ‘Tom. Torn.’ he sighed, ‘to think that
you should be the cause of such a scan
dal in the church and r*e downfall of 8)
manv formerly respectable bees. You
must cither give up feeding those degen
erate bees Pike county whisky or leave
the church.’ ■
•sfe. * I
A little, bracer to start them.
‘Well sotU nii-l to argue the matter,
but the mai of 'God a Arm. It was a
, ase Of oho "sins between bets and bless
ings ami Tr in took the bees.
S'lt woutl be cruelty lo animals and
depriving i iiyself of good honey to shut
off on the 1 /.' liquor at this stage of the
game It 'ain't the fault of those honest,
ft Jiilarlot: r. bees, that people take too
mm h of mV honey/
•The ml/.later warned Tom that no good
... codie of money tamed that way.
nT ho /next Sunday the minister and
1.-Idei- Hi own romhlfio l forces and had
T id ev tlkcl from the church. But T" 0 ™
liardenei i Ids heart uud said ho didn t
“e’-Wltl, the help Of "a growing hank ac
.<i mV Industrious, though thirsty
hT . iue’s ‘ an wo.ry through the
5 1 , .'Aft i,„ut the hflp of either the m.n
wluti h n.’ said Ton, d -fluidly.
'"‘■lim deride gooth before a fall/ as the
|U HI, and Tofn didn't appre
rood hrk U sys. an running In
.tu-uunll i bc into lUtlo animated d.s
hive where the Inmates ansg
Even the
J can't stand
THE MORNING NEWS. SUNDAY, JULY 1. 1900.
the amount of liquor you are pouring into
those bets.'
"Tom only sneered and said he could
run his hives without the aid eft minister,
elder or deacon, so X. left him to follow
the promptings of his greedy nature.
“One day the crash came. The bees
had been acting queer and nervous, ar.d
on this day, inst ad of going lo work after
getting thtir allowance of whiskey, they
flew about in an aimless sort of way. All
of a sudden a big bee gave an unusually
loud buzz and plumped up against the
glass of the greenhouse. That started
them all off, and in less than a minute
Ihe greenhouse was full of crazy bees, fly
ing in all directions, and stinging what
ever they bumped against. And by the
time Tom escaped from the greenhouse
Tom tried to arsue but the man of God
was firm.
so many cf them had come up against
him that his face looked like the experi
ment ground for anew harrow*.
“Tlnft was practically the end of
Tom’s whiskey fed honey bees, for those
who didn’t die as the result of the tre
nuns were never any good at gathering
honey. But was Tom repentant? Not a
bit.
“ ‘Whiskey is too strong for honey
bees,’ he said regretfully. ‘Next winter I'll
feed my bees on beer.’ ”
Col. Millard’s
Surrender.
The Willow Triumphed Where All
Ollier Weapons Balled.
By STANLEY EDWARDS JOHNSON.
Col. Millard sat in his tent, reading the
mail, which had just been brought by the
post boy. The sun, which scorches Texas
during August afternoons, had no effect
on him. He was cool on all occasions, as
far as had been tested, for he had been
a fortunate man under Uncle Sam's bene
licent core, and had never smelt gunpow
der in earnest. Still, there was no doubt
that he was a soldier, and he now had
one of the best posts in the country, that
fancy garrison, at San Anton, Tex.
About a stone's throw from his tent e
young mart was introducing a young wo
man lo her first game of lennis. The
ground was shaded by the colonel's resi
dence; but the game was languid, and an
expert would have known that the inter
est was not there. Finally the game was
given up and a waiter came with some
iced lemonade, which was placed on a ta
ble in an arbor adjoining the tennis court.
When the refreshments had been tasted
the pair walked to the garden, eti.l furth
er from the colonel's tent, their racquets
still swinging in. their hands.
The soldierly dignity of the young man,
and the natural and easy grace of the
young woman, would have paused the
giance of any one who chanced to see
them. The man was military, even while
at leisure; and as he walked his arms
and fingers remained at rest, with that
ease and naturalness which the bovice
can not imitate without looking awkward.
The girl held her head stylishly erect, and
when she looked downward she moved her
eyes and not her head. She was doing
so now with her chin turned a little away
from her companion.
’’l am sorry for the way papa feels,”
she said. “But it really makes no dif
ference in the mfin case—tile fact that
I love you and you love me. My mother
was a Haworth, the Albany Haworths,
and we have never been known to
show the white feather. My great
grandfather—l was never ashamed to tell
it—was a loyalist in the time of the revo
lution, and, strangely enough, he was al
lowed to live and die so, and his death did
not lake place until after Washington's
second term as President. My father, the
colonel, and you, my Harold, will probably
talk no mbre than military usage demands
after last night. It gives the garrison
something to talk about, I suppose. I can
imagine them saying: ‘The colonel has
at last met a foe, and in his own house
hold—his daughter.’ But I shall do just as
my Grandfather Haworth would. I shall
bear myself in time so that he will be
.convinced that no amount of petty Irrita
tion will move me. You do not know Col
onel Millard as well as I do. But now we
are betrothed, I am certain we are to
tread on no pathway strewn with flowers.
Only one thing, I know, you will find me
staunch to the last moment.”
She spoke her words with a fine de
liberation and In a manner almost un
feeling, It might seem to the listener, un
less he could see the flash of her beauti
ful, fluctuating gray eyes. For the eyes
tell the story of the soul better than the
words the mouth utters. Miss Millard was
known in the garrison for what she real
ly was. Thcr > may have been some doubts
ah ut many members of the choice society
which gathered about the cosy piazzas
of the garrison residences or walked and
grouped themselves about Its trim lawns
or promenaded about the parade ground.
The garrison was the upper crust of San
Anton hul It was an impenetrable crust,
and the people of the city itself never suc
ceeded in entering the charmed circle.
They spoke of the officers in the drive
whist parties in San Anton as a lot of
snobs Whose sole task in life was to wear
uniforms and feed on the government.
They longed for a war, for they felt It
would soon sweep these annoying persons
out of existence. But no one ever made
such comments of Miss Millard. They saw
her riding almost dally al>out the streets,
and her fine seat and queenly manner was
their sole bass of judgment. It wasi suf
fictem however, and they wre nght, for
the elements of noble character rang true
hear you talk so, Bessie; al
though I Should be the last one to en
courage rebellion against my superior.
Lieut. Harris said. ”1 want no greater
happiness than to know that I have your
love* and your promise. We will trust our
Jtars and wait. The colonel’s objections
a \ he. gives them, you say, are that you
ore two young to know your own mind.
That might be true of some, but you were
rine in Judgment, I’ll venture to*say, at
me age of ten, Put there’s something
hac k of this, which I know, and he knows,
but honor forbids either of us telling.
That is the real reason, Bessie. While It
Is not a question of honor between your
father and myself, it goes back to the
•lavs when I was an attache In the war
department at Washington. Soon after
It happened Col. Mlflard’s Influence sent
me in exile to the Dakotas In return. X
had had your father’s pleasant and peace
ful berth in the hydrographic office chang
ed to that of commandant here—or rather
my mother had. Then circumstances, with
which neither of us had to do, brought
me here. Perhaps It was to make us
watch each other, for our affair is no se
cret in the war department. I some
times think that when I’m retired for age
I’ll waive the half-pay I am entitled to
and write a book entitled, ' The War De
partment Turned Inside Out.” Some
think thnt intrigue died with Catherine
do Medici; from what I saw in the war
department I judge she was merely a
novice.”
Just then an orderly appeared and sa
luted, ihen handed an official envelope to
the Lieutenant. It was stretching red
tape pretty far, even for the garrison at
Son Anton, where it Is known the search
of the army is stiffest. Lieut. Harris
tore open the envelope and read. “You
are directed to report at the garrison of
fice before Col. Millard at 8 o’clock this
evening this date.” It was signed by the
Colonel’s private secerairy.
“The beginning of hostilities,” he said
was a wan smile. “I think I know* what
it means—perhaps you can guess, Bessie;
but let us not mention it ufliH it really
happens. Come into the arbor again,
where we can talk more freely. I imag
ine my footsteps will be dogged by spies
since I have opened my batteries and de
clared war last night. Perhaps the
Colonel imagined that I wouid not see
you after he forbade it last night. Fortu
nately, disobedience in this matter does
not come within reach of the code of mili
tary offenses. You are the only one he
can go to for redress—and I believe he
fears you worse than he does the In
dians.” The two entered the arbor and
were lost in the small talk, with which
lovers alone are interested.
When Col. Millard received the mail he
looked it through carefully before he took
any. of it under consideration. There
seemed o be one document thnt interested
him. It was franked by the War De
partment, and was colored blue. He
opened it at once, and then turning to his
secretary, dictated the letter, which we
have really already heard. He could
see through a crack in the canvas his
daughter and Lieut. Harris engaged in
conversation in the garden. He. watched
until he saw* the order opened and read;
he noted the smile which came over the
young man’s face, and then, savagely
biting his goatee, he proceeded to'his rou
tine work.
For three administrations the Colonel
had been a figure in the soa'.al life of
Washington. He had married shortly af
ter his departure from West Point into
one of those select dynasties whose roots
were planted along the shores of the Hud
son long before the American Revolu
tion. It had been the making of the
man. From that time he had rested on
the softest pillow the War Department
could give him. At last, apparently to
avoid the appearance of too great lar
gess, the Colonel was ordered into active
service and given the gilt-edged post at
San Anton. When he first stood before
he garrison j\t parade the impulse of
the -troops to smile was smothered with
difficulty. They had heard of Col. Mil
lard; even the grooms knew that he had
been a plaything in the army. But if
hey had expected to see any awkward
ness in drill or inspection they were mis
taken, and they never knew the exora
bleness of a loose button or a poorly
cleaned rifle until he reign of Col. Mil
lard began. The man w’ho had run the
fire of official etiquette for three adminis
trations becomes fussy in small things.
Not long before the Colonel’s departure
he had met with a severe loss by the
death of his wife. It was whiapered in
the Washington drawing rooms that she
would have been the real colonel at San
Anton—and perhaps Col. Millard had over
hoard It. There were also vague rumors
about an attachment, which had entered
and broken the peace of the home long
before Mrs. Millard had died. But then
the official gossip of the capital Is less
liable than any other.
Six months after the Colonel’s departure
the fact baked our, through the wife of
the Secretary of War, it was said, that,
the real cause of the Colonel’s departure
was due to another mysterious affair, be
tween himself and young Lieut. Harris
of Ohio, whose influence in this adminis
tration. wherein the wishes of the Buck
eye state prevailed, was powerful enough
to have an officer of sup r'or rank re
moved. It was further noted in confirm
ation of this theory that the Colonel’s suc
c ssor came from Ohio. There was one
mere story, which has a place in this
history. The mother of Lieut. Harris was
a widow of much beauty and great
wealth. She possessed a fund of Influence
In official, circles, and In her drawing
room at Washington one would find, per
haps, what was the nearest thing to a
salon of the French type in the time of
Mme de Stael. The Colonel was a reign
ing favorite here, and the fact that his
presence was an event of almost daily
occurrence may have had something to
do with his departure. At all events,
there was certainly no hint of scandal,
although It was gravely suggested that
young Lieut. Harris would like to have
h m r moved, ard again that Mrs. Hart is
was tired and had put up Ihe scheme as
he most delicate way of disposing of one
who had become a bore. The remark that
we have heard from the young lieutenant
himself shows that he alone kntw the
real reason.
Two minutes before 8 o'clock that even
ing Col Millard entered the garrison
office, seated himself at his desk, and se
lected a blue envelope from a pigeon
hole Just as the garrison clock was
striking Lieut. Harris stood before him
and raised his hand In salute. This return
ed, the colonel cleared his throat and
said; "I have received by special post from
Washington the order from the War De
ttartmem directing me to order your re
moval to Fort Dawson, Montana. This is a
new garrison, recently organized, at a
spot where it is feared there may some
time be a god deal of trouble with the
Indians. They need a good officer to put
them in form, and I can heartily commend
the wisdom of the War Department In
making this choice. I have only to add.
Lieut. Harris, that the fact of our un
pleasant conversation last evening, as it
is plffin to see, has had nothing to do with
this matter. I only received the order this
afternoon. Officers 1n the army ought to
be regarded as above such business, but,"
he added with a sarcastic twist of his
mouth, "the facts teach ue they are not
always, so I feel compelled in self-pro
tection to make this statement. You are
to appear at Fort Dawson for duty on the
2tth inst.” The exchange of salutes end
ed this' conversation, which was entirely
in accord with the strictest military dis
cipline, and Lieut. Harris retired without
a word.
As he appeared there was a fluttering
of skirls In the region of the arbor, toward
which he directed his steps.
”NVhat we did not care to express has
come to pass, Bessie,” I,ieut. Harris be
gan. "I am ordered to Fort Dawson, in
the deserts of Montana. I would like to
know what my blessed mother is doing
in Washington these precious days to al
low this to happen. I did not mind lieing
removed, but to bo hung up to dry in the
arid desolation of Montana tills me with
rebellion against the republic."
“This Is papa’s work,” she declared.
He evidently knew you loved me before
1 did. You should have spoken sooner,
Harold. Lam night was too lot*. The mine
was laid long ago. I certainly should feel
gratified to know that I have BUt<h u
watchful parent!"
The lovers talked on through the eve
ning undisturbed. The colonel made no
effort to Intervene. What would be the
good? The young lieutenant would be
away in a few days. Then It would be a
good time to renew his usually close pa
rental espionage.
When Bessie came Into kiss her father
good night, as she had done since her
earliest, childhood, she said In an off-hand
ed manner* as she stroked his cheek: “Ho
papa, you are going to send Lieut.
Harold Harris to Montuna to either shoot
che Indians or be shot by them?”
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day,” he answered.
“Now, papa, don’t think that you can
fool me,” she said sternly, shaking her
finger; “remember mamma—and Grand
father Haworth.”
The colonel colored perceptibly under
his tan. and returned to his paper. The
slight tinge of color had told the story to
the daughter, as some of the colonel’s
doingw in Washington had become known
to her talented mother.
When Lieut. Harris returned to his
quarters that evening he sat long at his
desk, writing letters, the longest being
addressed to his mother, from which we
extract the following;
“These are ’piping times of peace,’ In
deed! Thnt is, as far as actual warfare
is concerned. But 1 would prefer the
bloodiest battle in history to the mean,
sneaking intrigue of the officials in the
army and the war department. Asa re
sult of this unhappy state of affairs 1 am
(•ordered to Fort Dawson, Mont., where 1
shall act as a pioneer of civilization to a
desert! It is strange that this should
come, just as 1 had asked Bessie Millard
to be my wife and received her ‘yes,’
making me the happiest man alive. Col.
Millard, as I think you have reason to
know, is a man of very close .observa
tion. He has spent most of his life study
ing the social match-making of the cap
ital. He apparently noticed that Bessie
and I were becoming strong friends. Ex
perience has taught me that man loves
revenge more dearly than he loves his
life, and will die for it as quickly as he
will for his country. I am well aware
that there can be no personal objection
to my marrying Bessie, and I fully expect
to do so. tNow I see how the colonel has
made two strokes by this act of his; he
has paid me back for having him retired
from Washington, a fact which you arc
not learning for the first time; and also
saving both you and him from a situation
which would have made you happy, per
haps, bu{ would have piadp me blush.
Some yeaVs have passed since that time.
I am now in love myself. . I cannot bear
the idea of remaining long in 'Montana.
Now’, mother, in spite of all, we have
been mother end son for all my lifetime.
To this little social war within the army
you alone hold the key. You alone can
make the colonel surrender. You alone
can make me happy.”
Six months later the Army and Navy
Jrurnal announced “the return of Colonel
Alexander Millard to his old place In the
hydrographic bureau, where his admira
ble service during the three administra
tions hr* remained a fixture there, is well
remembered.” ENen Influence in army dr
ies moves slowly; nothing but war goes
w’ith a quickstep. When Lieut Harris read
this his brow lighted with hope. That
n'ght he wrote to Bessie.
“The end is coming, dearest. moth
er’s hand is begin r ing to work. Prepare to
lay down your arms. You will soon know
the secret of that which I mentioned to
jou in the arbor last summer. The Colo
nel and I are placed in a queer position.
But don't fail to tell Col. Millard that I
give him my warmest congratulations on
his return to the more salubrious climate
of Washington. And listen softy, my love
—for he will soon tell you something that
will spell ’Y-e-ts.’ ”
Two months later Col. Millard, finger
ing in the salon over which Mrs. Harris
presided, found much to his delight? that
he had that fascinating woman to him
self. The Colonel was swift in coming to
the point.
“Have you heard from Harold recently.
Mrs. Harrs?” he asked. “I was sincerely
s rry to be obi ged to hand him bis sum
mons to Montana.”
“We’d better talk plainly about this
matter, Colonel.” Mrs. Harris began. “In
th“ first place let me ask how It happens
that you object so strongly to his en
gagement to Bessie. Ii is known every
where, in Washington, although I am not
aware that any one Is informed of your
position. You are credited with being
strangely silent when any mention is
made of the affair.”
“I am glad you have spoken so frankly.
Edith,” the reply came, given in a very
different tone and manner, from the
Colonel’s habit. “You have known for a
long time that I love you, but in some
way I have been unable to iell you so
squarely. At the time of my summons to
San Anton I hardly knew whether it was
due to you or Harold. When he asked me
for Bessie I thought J had a way of find
ing out. I succeed-'d. When I was re
turned to Washington I realized that it
could not be due to you. I be’ieve, in
some way, your influence was used with
the Secretary of War. I now have come
to the time wh n I feel I can tell you that
I have worshipped you for years—that I
can ask you to be my wife.”
“One could not fail to bo flattered by
a proposal from Col. Millard,’’ Mrs. Har
ris replied. “I had never expected to mar
ry again and I can tell you truly, Col.
Millard, that the only man I have met
who could move me from my determina
tion would be yourself. But I have not
my own happiness alone to consider, and
for that reason I once yielded to the re
quest of my son that I should use what
ever Influence I had to secure your ap
pointment to a post of duty I was lenient;
I gave you the best place in the coun
try. But 1 did so at a sacrifice, for I
had observed your attentions and I h;ui
thought we could spend our declining
years here In Washington in much happi
ness and content. But before I answer
you I must ted Harold, and you must tell
me what you intend to do for him.” This
was spoken in the Arm easy manner for
which Mrs. Harris had achieved a repu
tation in diplomatic circles.
“This is the question as it stands,” the
colonel explained, drawing himself up.
“If your son loves my daughter well
enough to let me be hit father-in-law or
step-futher-ln-law, he shall have her. if
he does not the war wilt continue. Un
der the former conditions I have u place
ready for him here in Washington, which
wilt be superior to what he had before.
You begin to understand things, Edith.
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last remark, und Mrs. Hairls smiled, too.
Then he kissed her hand In his most
stately manner and went home feeling
that Ihe day was von.
That .night Mrs. Harris telegraphed her
son in her own cypher, to which he alone
had the key. Then came nil answer
which brought that rare luxury, a blush,
to her cheeks. She had brougut (he
colonel to lerms, although they sometimes
quarrel to-day os to which of the bellig
erents really laid down the arms first.
Three months later Washington so
ciety had an innocent social excitement,
which has perhaps never been dupli
cated ip Its uniquee details. A wedding
function is a matter of much Importance
In the capital city aDd much care must be
taken to see that everything is done in
strict harmony with precedent. It was all
well enough for the colonel to give his
daughter away to Lieut. Harold Harris,
but the problem which puzzled was how
to dispose of the father. A vain search
was made for a precedent, and at last
one had to be made. Strictly in accord
with the facts In the unusual case Lieut.
Harold Harris placed his mother’s hand
in lhat of the colonel, who was, of course,
married first, at the double wedding, at
which the Bishop of Washington offici
ated, and all the diplomatic corps were
represented.
At the wedding breakfast which fol
lowed tho colonel made the speech of his
life. ”1 have only one word to add,” he
said at the end, “a word of advice to all
the young officers of our army and navy.
See to it, when you make your terms of
surrender, that you get your quid pro
quo. I have mine, I trust that my good
friend and relative, the lieutenant, feels
that he has his.”
But to this day In the rooms of the
Army and Navy Club they are telling the
story of how Col. Mlllnrd surrendered.
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