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14 1 “Is That All You Have Agal nist Me?” Lawson Asked. Feggy as he fould never love anybody I else. The point at Issue was, ought he I to try winning her? Her father, he was certain would never let him have her, unless he could bring himself to accept religion. The parson had been preaching at him, hot and hard, ever since he came to man's estate. Besides there was the matter of the bull calf. Lawson swora impatiently when he thought of It. He must have been an awful young Idiot, to sot on foot that foolish scheme. But It had not seemed foolish then—only exquisitely humorous, to tether a lusty yearling In the pulpit ■whence Parson Gentry was expected to preach True the pveon had turned the Joke by making the creature point the moral of a fine and moving discourse, on ‘•the beasts which perish.” All the same, Lawson knew there was In his mind a eedimfni cf irrlta'ion, so gritty It might provoke an explosion. Curiously he had no doubt whatever as to P. ggy herself, although she was a not ed flirt, who It was well known might pick and ■a oose amrng the best. There had been tmit In her eyes, dropp ng before Skis own, In the fluttering of her soft har.d, the delicious under-tremor of her voice, which warmed his hcait. and made his pulses leap whenever he let himself recall It. Paraon Genlry had his own training track and spent all the fine summer mornings beside It, meditating on his ser mons and watching his horses. As Blue Bonnet, the pride of his heart, pulled up at tlie end of four miles, figh'lng for her head "and evidently full of running, he amlled, ecstatically, and aald to the boy who rode her: "My soul! Lnoka like she could lose the best of ’em to-day—even if she had a church on her back, and they only the eteeple—eh, Isham?" “Hit do dat," Jsham responded. “I ain't feared er none on 'em, ’ceptin’ 'tis dat dar Iloxy Ann ober ter Cockes. She de one Bonnet Is ah* 'nough gut ter beat, but I bit my gams rooster she kin do hit." "Tut, tut. Don't talk of betting,” the purson said. Isham had alldden down and atood groking Blue Bonn>ts lean gloe--y heod Blue Bonnet was a lady of humors There were tlmra when she permitted Ish'm's endearnvnis. This was not one of them. She laid back both ears and nls>— ped him sharply, at the same Instant lashing out with her near hind foot at the parson, who was siooplng to feel her hocks. The kick took him fair In the ehort ribs and doubled him up like a Jumping Jack. Isham turn* and away h‘ bead, grinning. Ha had all the small lioy’s normal delight In aeelng tha upaetttng of dlgnltarlea. "Say, paraon! shan't I swear a bit for you?" somebody called from the road, wh ch ran Just outside the track enclos ure. Faison Gentry looked up, scowling the ] ast bit. He knew the voice—of all men in the world he hated to have Law eon Cocke see hl3 d.scomflture. Lawson had reined in hio horse, thrown his left leg sldew.se over the pommel, and sat facing him. with a set look, new and strange, if the parson hid been a world -1 ns: he would have whistled at the sight. Being what he was, he merely rubbed his hands and stared a trifle harder. “I'm here for something-something particular,'' Lawson began. The parson rut him short; "I thoyghl so," he said, nodding energetically. "But you'd as well go right home. You can’t have her. I've made tip my mind not to part with her to anybody." “How if she makes up her mind—other wise?" lawson said, low and hard. The parson sta ed more than ever, thin broke into a quirk laugh. "O, I understand! You think her mind's olready fliade up; that she's too much a handful for nif," he said. "Well, the fact is, young man, I don't ever expect to make her my riding beasi—still I shall, keep her—" "I see—you’re talking of Blue Bonnet." Lawson said. The parson nodded. "Of course. Haven't you come to try to buy her? Stecvens, your trainer, told me you said you in,ant to have her if it took every dollar you got from the old man’s esiate —" "I’ve changed my mind," Lawson said shortly. Mi I Bhe Was a Noted Flirt. "Theq what do you want?” the parson blurted out. “Peggy!” Lawson said laconically. "What is more, I mean to have her You have just made up my mind for me." “Are you drunk or crazy? You must be one or the other. Why, my girl knows nothing whatever about you,” the parson began angrily. Lawson held up his hand. “She knows me enough to love me—as I iove her,” he said. "Now, sir, I’ve no need to say anything of myself—you know ali about me (pitch better than I do—as one gentleman to another, I want to ask if I may court and marry her?” “No! No!! No!!” the parson shouted In shrill crescendo, then dropping his voice to its cbmmoti rich key: "I take it you are serious, Mr. Cocke—therefore let me say I appreciate the honor you have done my daughter. But even if I knew that she loved you, I could never bring myself lo countenance your suit. I am not only a father, but also, I hope, a Christian. The scriptures, which are the ruie and law of conduct, expressly say. ’Be not unequally yoked together with unbelievers.’ ” “Is that all you have against me?" Lawson asked, his tone a challenge. “ That Is all—and everything,” the par son said gravely. Lawson laughed grimi ly: “You are trying to throw away a mighty fine chance for missionary work." he said. "Peggy might convert me. It seems to me, indeed, she could make of men almost anything she chose." Parson Gentry melted Instantly: "That so, Lawson?” he said genially. "My dear boy, only let me see you a happy Christian, and there is no other man alive that I would so gladly trust with my girl. It will indeed lie a happy and very special providence if love of her can lead you to Christ. Ido not flatter you in saying that your conversion would mean more for the Master's cause and kingdom than that of any ten others among our young men. You are their leader in everything—” “Stop!” Lawson said. “Parson, try to put yourself in my place. It comes nat ural to you to be religious—” “Ah, my son! You are wrong there," the parson said, smiling. “Once I was even as you are—held in the gall of bitter ness, the bonds of iniquity. Until I was 25, although I never drank more than I could comfortably carry, sport of every sort was my delight. I fought cocks, gamed, threw dice, made and rode matches—” “What? you?" Lawson cried. The par son bowed hie head. “Even me," he said. "Now, you must see that the Power which plucked me, a brand from the burning, can, if only you will let it, s certainly pluck you.” For almost a minute Inwson looked at tin* parson; his lips opening find Closing as though uncertain whether to speak. At last he said: “Mr. Gentry, may I ask a question of— the man you were before you became a I minister?” I The iwrson smiled indulgently. "Ask ( what you choose,” lie said. “I will an swer truthfully, if I answer at all.” “Then—tell me this," Lawson said: “Do you really care nothing for—the things you gave up? I mean, don't you ever hanker after forbidden things—yearn to be free—even riotous?” “ ‘Tho carnal mind Is at enmity to God, the parson quoted softly. Then he added reverently: “God gives us now hearts, but it takes His grace, and very much of It, to keep them pure and ateadfiet. The old Adam dies hard in every one of us. We keep him under only by help of a strength beyond our own.” “You wouldn't care for horses If there were no racu tracks?” Lawson said, ters tatively. "Yhs, I would,” the parson said sharp ly. "A good horse, in full action, Is to me the finest sight in the world. I love n good hors*. Just for Itself. I do not mind eoiifeslnr: to von, though, that when one of mine wins* I have quite the same thrill of delight that came of win- THE MORNING NEWS: SUNDAY, JULY 8, 1900. ■ DON’T HURRY! J# I Take time to see that^ f / I the LI sS G a cor ISs?P?i™ RACT ping on anything, back In the old sinful days. That Is to say. I am human, and a man. A man I must continue, 'until this mortal shall have put on immortal ity.'—" "Say, parson?” Law eon broke In Irrele vantly: “Is it true, what I’ve been hear ing?—that If Blue Bonnet wins the Fourth of July stake, you Intend to bulk! anew church with the purse?” “Quite true! Why do you ask?” the parson said: "You must know that all I win, goes to help spread the Gospel." "Because I want to give you a chance of doing something more for your faith.” Lawson said: “We both kuow that to win, you've got to beat my mare, Roxane. It's the same as a match—none of the other three really count. Now, since owners, or owners’ friends must ride, why should not we two ride against each other, and if I win- you agree to give me Peggy, without conditions; if you, I agree to do my very best to get religion?” “Impossible! Impossible! Who ever heard of such a thing?” the parson said hut Lawson saw his eye sparkle and a quick flush leap Into his cheek. The par son was essentially a Christian militant. Back in the old days he might hove led a rapturous crusade. Lawson pressed un dismayed. "Why is it impossible? Unusual I grant —but so it is unusual to see a minister’s colors on the track, and race-track money on the missionary plate. I thought you ministers held nothing too hard, If it meant saving a soul from death ” “I do not,” the parson said, quickly. Lawson ran but. “It won’t be exactly easy for me. Everybody knows me for an unbeliever —as my father was before me. Every body will be sure to say I am a rank hypocrite—pretending to care for find ing and saving my soul only that I may get Peggy.” "Do you mean—would you make the conditions public?" the parson cried. Lawson nodded. “They would have to be,” he said. "Neither of us can afford to play except with cards above the table. Excuse the phrase, parson—but you understand It " “Yes, I understand,” the parson said, smilingly, then with a keen look: “You must love my girl, Lawson. I cannot let you say you love her better than I love my God. Ypu shall ride for a sweet heart, I for a soul. I may be misjudged by my fellows —the searcher of all hearts will know that I seek only his glory." The Foudth of July was a stake for 4-year-olds and upward, four miles end repeat. The repeat generally eliminated everything not aged, even in that good time, when horses were bred not mere ly to run, but to stay. The grass coun try was full of blue blood. Aaons and grandsons of Sir Archy, of Dtomed, of the great Eclipse, had come early over the mountains, had thriven on lush blue gross and running limestone water, and had left behind a lustry progeny. On top of that, there had been direct English importations, of more than one prepotent Derby-winning strain. Then a good few of the pioneers xdho had the luck to he friends with Mr. Jefferson, and Mr. Madison, through the good of fices of those gentlemen, when they came to be Presidents, had brought In a sprin kle of pure-bred Barb and Arab mares. The elder Cocke, Lawson's father, had been among the bringers-in. Lawson’s pride, Roxane, was great-grandaughter to one of the Arab mares, and like her ancestress, of pure cream white, with silver-white mane and tall, and ivory hoofs. She stood barely an inch over fif teen hands at the withers, had a deep, roomy chest, tremendous barrel and short, close-sinewed back, dropping Into comparatively light quarters. They were but masses of muscle, clean and firm, enwrapping small bones as hard and com pact as flint. The ivory hoofs were allve looking, and of a faint spread from coro net to toe. All her claim to beauty lay In head and neck. The neck, neither long nor short, carried the line of the withers in the fin est imaginable taper, out to a head that in spite of its broad basin face, had a muzzle slender enough to drink from a quart pot. Nostrils, pink as a drawn cloud, and very fully opened, gave prom ise of breath and stay, to match the fire of the eyes. They were somewhat deep ly sunken, yet held in their dark depths all the desert's mystery and savage strength. Blue Bonnet was taller and something stouter, a very dark silver roan, fully sixteen hands at the crest. A slghtlier brute never trod four good hoofs. The most hypercritical could pick no flaw In her—she had shoulders so perfect, quar ters so powerful, legs so flat, so firm, so clean of hair. Her neck arched deli cately, and she stepped with a proud, mincing gait, as though she disdained the earth she trod. It has been said she was a creature of moods. Occasion ally, but only occasionally, they were angelic. She was in one of her worst tempers when she came out to run for the stake. Perhaps the excitement of the course was contagious. Certainly no assem blage there had ever before 'been wrought to such edged Interest as this present throng. Everybody knew the side wager, and gasped or gaped over Its conditions. A few choice spirits chuckled in sardonic appreciation of the situation. The most part charitably set 1t down that both Dawson Cocke end Parson Gentry were madder than March hares. They were somewhat equally matched In 6pite of the years between. The par son was Just rising 40; he had marled early, and Peggy was not yet 18.™ He was spare and wiry, too. riding at 180 In hoots and breeches nnd his own well known red shirt. Lawson. was five pounds the heavier, but had waived con- sidoration of the overweight. Both were horsemen torn, with a deal of making added, and well able to get out of a mount eve'rything that was In I*. Tcggy had stayed at home. She had no mind to be the focus of staring eyes that day. But Just before Isham left for the race course his young mistress conferred with him mysteriously apart. Her last word was “Remember,” to which Isham answered by grinning all over his face, pulling bis woolly foretop and saying: “La—awdy! Miss reggy. I couldn’t fergit dat ef I tried.” The race ought to have been a big lA'ting eVent, but out of respect for the parson's scruples such wagers a* were made were kept strictly under cover. The purse Itself, a gold-fringed, gold-bcdiseued blue silk pouch, holding sl,ono in gold coin, swung high and fair In the sunlight above the finish line. Opinion divided very equally as to where Is would fetch up—ln the build ing of a church or the riot of a tavern. The wiseacres, of course, backed their Judgment In whispers. It was the great undtsorlminating mass which murmured against the silence of the wagering. It had come out for a holiday and wanted to lay modest sums with at least a thrilling conviction that it was following the lead of someone who knew. It was bruited that Blue Bonnet was on edge—ready io run for even the stake of a eoul. Ortatnly eh* looked a pattern of fire and fettle in her preliminary, as she went past the grand stand, with Isham on her back, her chin drawn almost upon her cheat, prancing and curveting like mad, yet readily obeying the rein. After ler came soberly pacing Bendigo, grands,an to Pot-8-os, a good, substantial bay. with full black points; next Mops, a washy sorrel, though reasonably well bred, and after him. Blacklock, a spanking Highflyer chestnut, who could go like the wr.nd. though even his owner admitted he could hardly stay’ the route. At the very end, Roxane. her silver mane tied with blood red ribbons, her tail streaming plume wise and glistening in the sun. She held her head low under a free, almost a loose rein. Shanlty, Lawson’s black body ser vant. rode her, as he did in nearly all her exercise gallops. She moved a little heavily. Commonly she was quick as a cat. The wiseacres shook the head and agreed Instantly that she was overtrained—she could never win the Fourth of July in such company. But Isham hanging half out of saddle to look back at her made a face and murmured: "Humph! You metty sateful M 139 Roxy- Ann! Maybe you foolin’ ell dese people, but you ain’t done fooled me. Presently youse gwine wake up. an’ ra’ar an’ charge, an’ split de win’—but Bonnet’ll be right dar wid ye—’ceptin’ de passon he take an’ tuhn wile.” As they rode down to the start. Lawson shouted to the parson, “I’m going to beat you—no master who has the best horse.” “I am going to beat you—God being my helper," the parson called back. “I think I have the best horse—l know I have the best cause." Exactly three minutes later the drum tapped and the five horses went away aligned like a file of cavalry. For at least 100 yards they held In rank. Then Blacklock shot clear by an open length and stretched away for the first turn with a defiant snort. Blue Bonnet fought to go after him. The parson took a double wrap on her. Blacklock was he knew merely an incident. Roxane lay well back —there he must keep his eye. The first mile eround was so slow Blacklock increased his lead to a doz o n lengths. Blue Bonnet began to foam. Her rider let out a wrap. Instantly she rushed to collar the chestnut. In the next mile she caught and passed him. though still he ran strong and free. Mops came for a second to her throatlatch then dropped back, tailing so steadily as to show he was out of |/ie race. Bendigo ran a consistent third. Roxane was ab solutely last. Yet In tho last half mile she woke up. passed the other three as though they were anchored, and dashed under the gtrlrg. beaten by a short head. It was a marvelous performance, amazing even io those who knew the white mare best. She ran so true, so easily, with such even swiftness, the best-*rained eye got no r gilt perception of her speed. Even Blue Bonnet's partisans rubbed bands in de light, saying: “IVs a race for blood now —and only two In it.” "The powers of light and darkness are contending here,” ihe parson said to a remonstrant pious friend. Lawson over heard, and laughed quietly. “The powers are oddly horsed, parson,” he said, “I reckon as you see things, light rides the color of darkness, and darkness the color of light." Mops distanced, Blacklock withdrawn, left but three contenders In the second heat. B’ue Bonnet came out for It read ier than ever. She spoiled three good starts, indeed, by her eagerness to be out in front. When at last they were sent away toge’hcr, she was n> ither to hold nor to bind. Leaping, plunging, bucking, sho look the rail, held it, and settled into a sweeping run. Her feet flew invisibly with the rytljrn and precision of some mighty mach'ne, ll r low head nodded slightly at each bound, foam flakes gath ered and flew from the bit—by time the third mile began sho was white from counter to tail. Her rider’s heart leaped. He had feared only for her temner. So long as she kept the lead, Ve knew ho was safe. He dared not look back. Shouts from the stand as he passed it this time let him know that Blue Bonnet looked a winner all over. But he caught the unfail ing rataplan of these ether hoofs behind. From the first they had not varied by the least fraction of a second. He knew, and dreaded the s:ay of the desert. He must win now, if he was to win at all. Into the last quarter Blue Bonnet led gallantly, though her laboring breath and glaring eyeballs said she was almost spent. Tire parson, hanging in his stirrups, leaned far over her neck, soothing, en couraging with hand and voice. Now and again he gave her the spur sharply. He knew it was idle to go to the whip. The gftierous h ood in her veins would do its b st without. Eas’ng her, lift ng her, urg ing her ever forward, he brought her, still leading, wi hin 60 yards of the spring. He could see the nodding blue purse alove. catch the shimmer of the gold fringe, and hear across the wild hubbub of the crowd, the rapid hammering of his own exul'ant heart. In that minute he learned, some deeps of his own mind which years of introvwrr'on wou’d scar e !y have made clear to him. He did truly desire to save a soul from death, but he desired it with ail the natural man’s lust of triumph. Still the heart beats rang in his ears. Suddenly the hoof boats behind quick er ed. He saw a white h ad with fiery eyes and pink, flaring nostrils flash past—saw a plume-like tail flaunted almost in Blue Bonnet’s eyes. And as he saw It. there came hack to him Isham's whispered pe tition before the start: "Ef dat dar Roxy- Arai crowds yer, marsa, you ands cuss Bonnet, one li'll tennv cuss. She—she's ueter dat. She know whut hit means—an’ dee oon’t nobody else in dis worl’ heart hit.” It was out of the question—still he felt himself tempted. Roxane and Lawson sav ed him. With one long, steady lift lnw son sent hts mount first across the finish line. Then, os the crowd went wild, he sprang down, before she was still, flung his arms about her neck, and cried: "Get your breath, old girl! You need it all, and more, before we are through.” The sun was almost down. Niglit would come before the run off, but no soul thought of leaving the course. All waited for it in throbbing, feverish im patience. It was dewy dusk, w hen the two mares went out to try the final Issue. Both had recovered wonderfully. Blue Bonnet, if no longer on edge, ran true and strong. This time Roxane rated easi ly at her quarter. The two riders might have exchanged coniideneee, hut neither had a thought for anything save winning. After the first mile the racers ran stride for stride. They swung to thb turns and swept the stretches like a dou ble team. Now one. now the other drew’ a little away, only to drop back in company before she had run fifty yards. Blue Bon- Cures Dandruff, Falling Hair, Brittle Hair and all Scalp Troubles, such as Itching, Eczema, Eruptions, etc. Purely Vegetable, harmless and reliable. CURE GUARANTEED even aft'r all other remedies have failed, or money ref undid. A TEXAS DOCTOR WRITES. Savoy, Tex., May 2C, 1899. "Coke Dandruff Cure” has Hone me more good than any preparation 1 have aver U ied. W. J. DOSS. M. D. 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Roxane answered it by forging half a length ahead. Blue Bonnet responded gamely to the spurt, but could not quite catch the flying leader. They came to the quarter pole, locked, and ran that way all through the next stretch. At the half mile post, Lawson turned slightly, and said over his shoulder: “You have fought a good fight, parson! I’m almost persuaded to let you win.” The parson set his teeth and drove his spurs up to the rowels. Blue Bonnet swerved visibly. As dusk deepened a fresh wind blew down the course, cool and wel come to the hushed, waiting crowd, doubly welcome to the tired racers, fighting this desperate duel of breath and stay. They tore forard in the teeth of it, tense, pant ing, laboring, with eyes aflame. The last quarter post flashed past. As they came to the eighth a blanket might have cover ed them. Again Lawson whistled, ahriil and keen. This time Roxane staggered and rolled in her gait as she tried to leap ahead l . Blue Bonnet held her seemingly safe—there would be a dead heat—unless— Parson Gentry set his teeth. If the man in him ached for triumph, the minister truly yearned for power unto salvation over this superlative sinner. Lawson Cocke would be no lukewarm Christian. He would love God as he loved a woman, with all his heart, and mind, and soul, and strength. The par son knew Isham had spoken truth. He had watched the boy often, lie almost prone upon Blue Bonnet’s neck, and seem to drop winged words in her ear. He had never caught the words—until to-day he had not known what they were. He did know that the mare al ways answered them, electrically—if she would answer them now, she must come first. Quicker than light ail this flashed upon him. Behind was the thought! What could it matter? The parson had never sworn since the day of his con version. Profanity seemed to him, a sin peculiarly purposeless and abhor rent. In this volcanic stress he leaped to the belief that some swearing might not be profane. Blue Bonnet understood certain words, only as a signal to do her desperate best. Might he not use them in quite the same way? Roxane led by a head—he felt Blue Bon net’s heart laboring heavily. The finish was barely fifty yards away. Lanterns gleamed either side of it. The dark massed throefg'was breathless, silent, yet its unconscious stirrings made a soft, confused sussurrus. The parson shivered faintly—intuitively It seemed he caught the reins a thought tighter, stretched fur ther forward, and hissed iu Blue Bonnet’s ear: “D—n you! Double d—n you! Go on!" After that he knew nothing until a great sobbing shout struck him, and eager, joyous hands pulled him from the saddle and set him high upon men's shoul ders to bear him triumphantly about the course. The bearers were young fellows, all, und Lawson Cocke's chosen friends. As they marched they chanted exuber antly, the parson's praises. He was a gentleman, a scholar, a good fellow, a sport. They would come to hear him next Sunday—and every Sunday when the church of the Purse was built. And they would help build and furnsh it—he might depend on that. “You beat me by a neck, parson. How in the world did you do it?” Lawson said, offering his hand to the victor. The parson wrung it hard. He wanted to say, “The Lord was on my side," but some how the words stuck in his throat. “Come and ride with Peggy to church, Sunday,” he said, almost apologetically. Lawson shook his head. “I don’t dare—yet,” ho said. The break was more eloquent than words. Again the parson wrung his hand. It was thick dark now, the moon coming up, and whip-poor-wills calling all about, but somehow he hated the thought of going home. After a sleepless night the parson got up at dawn with a white, determined face. Although it was Sunday he did not wait even for family prayer, but rode straight to the Cocke homestead. Lawson was Just stirring, and on the way to the stable, in tent upon seeing how Roxane fared. The parson slopped him at the lawn gate. "Lawson,” he burst out, “I’m a miserable backslider, but I can't let myself be a thief. The purse—l won it by the devil’s help. I—l want you to take its-it really belongs to you—to take it quietly you know—you won't mind helping me out by that much. I hope. I shall build the church just the same, you understand— but I shall do It out of my own pocket.” Lawson sprang forward and caught both the parson’s hands, smiling jubilantly, though his eyes were not quite clear. There was an odd lump inTiis throat, too, as he said: “Not another word, parson. I have pretty good ears for all that goes on in a race. I didn’t mind losing the purse half as much as—losing my faith in your faith. Now you have inade everything right again. 'We'll agree that each shall save his slake. But lam convinced re ligion is a vital matter—nothing less could have brought you to me—” “And I am convinced that an honest man and a gentleman is not very far off the kingdom of God,” the parson broke in; “but Lawson, at least you,’ll ease my mind by taking that purse. When I have made restitution, and confessed my fault to my brethren, I shall dare to ask my Master's forgiveness.” “Hold hard, parson,” Lawson said; “bet ter keep quiet. I understand—but I doubt if tho brethren would. The wrong you did, if it was a wrong, has righted it self." As to the purse—why, hurry up your church. I hope to marry Peggy the day it is dedicated.” The church stands to this good day—a quaint, squat, steepleless red brick struc ture In the heart of the peaceful grass country. A. Lawson Cocke Is among Us ruling elders, and on tho wall behind the pulpit there are marble tablets to the memory of an earlier Lawson Cocke, who found Christ within its wails, and his beloved wife, Peggy, born Gentry. 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They flew to what they thought was the usual place, but alter two or three hours of bewildered crawling, dropped from the sill, and flew off, evidently recognizing the feel of the outer air. They camp in, as they had gone out, so escaped further trouble. The oddest thing of ail was that next year’s wasps, did not notice the broken pane, though It stood, exactly ns of okt. In stead they chose to go in and out through the cracks and crannies, under the eaves. The dirt-daub r wasp had always pre ferred this route, even when they came to the gairet with mud balls for their nests. But they did not love the place as the other wasps did—the plantation peo ple thought it was because nobody cared how many nests they built there. The daubers are not merely good ma sons, but perfect communists. Often two or thr e hovered in wait, with mortar ready to close a cell which another was stocking with eggs and spiders, stupefied, but not killed. As soon as the egg-layer flew out the walling-up began. Sweet bees also liaunted that particular portico. The sweet bee looks like a pocket edition, gf the humble bee, but does not sting, snd digs his nest in sound, soft wood. The portico railing, of season'd pop ar, suited him exactly. The rail ran horizontally. He began upon the under side, chipped out a holo as big as your finger, ran It s ratght up for a little more than an inch, then channelled galler ies, e th, r way to ho and his eggs and hon ey. Sometimes, also, he carried in round bits cut from the petals of roses. It took him several hours to cut one wi:h his sclsfor-'aws, and sometlm s after all he dropped It, Just as he came home. He had the wasp’s way of alighting near, and crawling Inside his own door. When the door was stopped with a wooden plug he b' gan pt cnlly to gnaw It out, but when it was plugged with wax mixed with r s n, he gave it up and began to cut anew rest In another rail. 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