A Bee Story.

Fair Play, Volume I, Issue 14, 3 February 1894, Page 15

A Bee Story.

An Irish landlord appointed a day to receive his tenantry, and the agent presented each one to bis principal, who inquired into the conditions of the grumbling and dissatisfied recipients of his favors. Things went on pretty smoothly, until at length a tenant presented himself whom the agent failed to recognize, and the landlord turned to the figure before him, which, with face and head swollen out of all proportions, awaited his address in sullen silence.

“Who are you, my good man? What has happened to you?” “Falx, and it’s well you may ask. My own mother wouldn’t know me this blissed morain. ’Tis all your own doin entirely,” “My doing I” replied the astonished land* lord. “What can I have to do with the state yon are in, my good man?” “Yes, it is your doin, an ye may well he proud of it. ’Twas them blessed bees you gev me. We brought the dirlls into the ouse last night, an where did he put them but in the pig’s comer. Well, after Kitty an the childer an meself was awhile in bid, the pig goes rootln about the house, an he wasn’t aisy till he hooked his nose in the hive an spilt the bees out about the flure. An then when I got out of bid to let out the pig that was a-roarln through the house the bees settled down on me an began stingin me, an I jumped into bid again, wid the whole of them afther me, to Kitty an the childer. An thin, what wid the bees a-buz-dn anarstingin us under the clothes, out we all jumped agin, an the divil such a night was ever spint in Ireland as we spint last night, what wid Kitty an the childer a-roar-in an arbawlin, an the pig tarin up an down like madU AniKitty, wid the besom ,aa meeilf widths fryin pan flattenin the bees agfin till morninL sight wewor in the. mbrhinr Jfc’s ipaamed of yoursilf ye ought to bel”-