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pike County Bee Culture. —— * i 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?” "Those were partly the directions which The Largest and Strongest Company in the World writing ACCIDENT, HEALTH AND LIFE INSURANCE. Assets, $52,850,299.90. Surplus, $5,442,215.86. Twentieth Century Combination Accident Policy. /ETNA LIFE INSURANCE CO. OF HARTFORD, CONN., PAYS DOUBLE BENEFITS under a WIDER RANGE OF EVERY-DAY EVENTS than any Accident Cos. 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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. FINE GRADES OF WHISKIES. WHISKIES. WHISKIES. The R. G. Whiskey gallon $ 2.00 Glendale ‘.Vhiskey gallon $ 2.50 Crystal Spring Whiskey gallon $3.00 Goiden Wedding Whiskey gallon $3.50 IN CASES OF J 2 LARGE BOTTLES: The Antediluvian Whiskey bottled by Osborne of New York $16.80 The Peerless Whiskey bottled In bond in Henderson, Ky $12.00 The Peoria Whiskey bottled In bond by Clark Brothers $12.00 Meredith Rye Whiskey, bottled at their distillery in Ohio $11.50 Golden Wedding Whiskey, our bottling $9.50 LIPPMAN BROTHERS, Lippman Block, ... Savannah, Ga. If I have been hard on the young people you must remember that 1 love you—and that I have a reputation for being a mil itary strategist—at least in the hydro graphic office." The colonel smiled at this 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. THE GERMANIA BANK savannah, ua. Capital W.out Undivided profits W.OCW This hank ouers its sen Lea to corpora tions, merchants and individuals. llss authority to act as executor, ad ministrator, guardian, sto. 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