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Table of Contents
Until Blaze
Copyright
Blurb
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Epilogue
Books by Mayra Statham
Acknowledgements
About the author
Boom Publishing
 Until Blaze
Copyright © 2021 by Mayra Statham
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Published by Boom Factory Publishing, LLC.

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review purposes. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters,
places, story lines and incidents are the product of the author’s
imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual
persons, living or dead, events, locales or any events or
occurrences are purely coincidental.

Formatting by Christina Smith

 Blurb
Patrick ‘Blaze’ Kelly has seen and lived through a lot. He finally
found a place in the world as a member of the Broken Eagles MC.
Running two businesses and being part of a brotherhood is good
enough for him, or at least he thought it was.

Millagros “Millie” Delgado is on an adventure per her mother’s last

wishes, and what an adventure it’s been! Two new jobs, one of
which has her surrounded with good-looking bikers, new city, and
new friends. The only thing she wasn’t counting on was the
intense attraction that sparks to life when she meets bad boy
Blaze.

She should stay away from the inked-up biker, but she can’t resist
the temptation of his baby-blue stare. Blaze knows Millie is his,
and he will do anything to protect and keep her safe. As they get
tighter, mysterious things start to happen that make him believe
someone doesn’t like them together.

Will Millie get scared off, or will she realize that Blaze is her very
own Happily Ever Alpha?

Get ready for a boom-tastic good time with this insta-love!

 Dedication
To believing in the magic of love, happily-ever-afters and fairy
tales!
Remember, everything happens for a reason! Even when you
don’t understand it,
one day soon you will look back, and BOOM, see the reasons your
journey took the direction it did.
 Prologue
Milagros ‘Millie’ Delgado

MY EYES WERE pinned on her hand. Small and delicate, her skin
slightly weathered by age and the sun. The knot in the middle of my
throat tightened as she squeezed my hand. It was a light tug, but I
knew, for her, it was as hard as she could manage to get my
attention as the machines she was hooked up to beeped in the
background. I was just too much of a weenie to look up at her dark
knowing eyes.
The end was too close. I just wasn’t ready.
When did her hands become so small? I wondered to myself as I
looked at them in mine. Every memory of my mom was that of a
strong force to be reckoned with. She worked hard. She loved
fiercely and was loyal.
But cancer was an evil bitch.
My mom, my best friend, had started to become a shadow of
herself, and now she was nothing like the woman I once knew.
“Mira me, Mija,” she urged in a soft, fragile tone. I took a deep
breath before meeting her eyes.
“I’m here, Mom,” I told her. She lifted her hand to cup my jaw.
The pain medications had deteriorated her vision.
“My beautiful girl. Mi niña.” Her eyes closed slowly and she
coughed so hard, all I wanted to do was take that pain she was
feeling off her shoulders and carry it for her.
But I couldn’t.
I was helpless as I sat here next to her. All I could do was hold her
hand and wait for her to leave me.
 “Mom, you should rest—” I started to tell her, but she shook her
head through her coughing spell.
“I will,” she said once she’d calmed down. “I’ll rest soon. But—”
She breathed in deeply. I swallowed the tears I wanted to let roll
down my face. I swallowed those tears, along with the screams of
despair I felt, and all it left was an anchor lodged in the middle of
my throat. “You need to promise me.”
“Mami—”
“Promise,” she urged. “Promete me.”
“Mom.”
“Please. Por favor, mi niña chula, I need to know. You need to
promise me,” she urged once more. I looked down. I couldn’t keep
my eyes on her. What she wanted was too scary for me to think
about in this moment. The idea of a life without her sounded too
impossibly sad for me to fathom.
“Mom, we shouldn’t be talking about this.”
“Mija, life is too short,” she said, and I lifted my head to meet her
gaze. “I know how short.” She tipped her head, and I breathed in
through my nose as the tears threatening to fall got heavier and
heavier by the second. “I don’t have much time, Millie. Promise me
you won’t waste your life.”
“You didn’t waste yours!” I pointed out. “You came here with
nothing and worked hard for everything you had. For everything you
gave me and Candi.” My sister, Candi, had been here in the morning.
My dad had split before Candi turned five, but my mom had done
incredible things. With the help of my grandpa, her dad, she had
bought a house. A place for the three of us to live and make a life
and create endless memories. Money might have been tight, and
sometimes the shelves were a little bare, but we had been happy.
Love had been given in an abundance.
“I know that, Millie. Mija, not for one second do I regret it. And I
can tell you as I lie here, I’m happy with how I lived my life. But for
you, for you especially, you deserve more. Los Angeles isn’t what it
was when I came here. Life is too hard. Too expensive. Look at how
much rent you pay to live in that little box you call an apartment.”
“Mom,” I groaned.
 “All you do, Mija, is work and go home. You’re not living. Promise
me.”
“Mami—”
“Ven aqui. Come here,” she beckoned. I leaned in, tucking in next
to her small frame, and rested my head on her chest as she stroked
my hair. “I love you, Milagros. My own little miracle,” she whispered
against my hair. I closed my eyes as my lips trembled with sadness.
I’d heard the story so many times. I was her miracle, and Candi
was her sweetness. I hated that I knew I would never hear it again.
How I couldn’t do anything to stop it.
“Life isn’t fair, Mija, but as long as we hold on to the bonito, the
beauty, it’s all worth it. I want you to make it worth it. You’re too
talented to waste it waiting for life to magically fall into place.”
“I haven’t been doing that,” I pouted, and she gave me a
heartbreakingly beautiful smile. One I wanted to photograph to
immortalize. A smile I never wanted to forget. A smile I knew I
would soon never have shine on me again.
“No, baby, you haven’t.” She shook her head. “You’ve been taking
care of me. And…”—I heard her take a sharp intake of breath—“I
love you more than you could possibly know for it. I appreciate it.
But, Millie, we both know that time is not—”
“Don’t,” I clipped and turned my head to look up at her. “Maybe if
we try—” The words died on my tongue when she shook her head
knowingly, and I rested my head back on her chest. I clung to the
soft, steady beat that still existed and centered me.
“Please, Milagros,” she asked again, a little weaker this time, and I
sniffled, biting back the tears. Tears I didn’t want her to see. How
many times had my mother worked long shifts to come up short
with money and hide her own tears of fear and despair from us? I
could do this for her.
I had to.
“I promise,” I whispered. “I promise I’ll live it up.” I looked into
her eyes and watched as relief filled the warmth of her dark depths.
“Live big, Mija. Enamorate.” Fall in love. The thought sounded as
impossible as winning the lottery, but for the first time in my life, I
lied to my mom.
 “I promise,” I whispered, and she nodded again, sighing out a
long breath.
“Fall in love. Big love.” Her hand stroked the top of my head. “With
a man who deserves you.”
“I promise, Mami.”
“A man who makes you laugh and makes you forget your name.”
She opened one eye, and I chuckled softly at her antics.
“Okay, Mom. I promise.”
“And ride a moto!” she said dreamily with her eyes now closed, a
soft wistful smile on her lips.
“A motorcycle?” My laughter came out rusty.
“I always wanted to ride one. Ride one for me, okay?” she said,
and the knot in my throat grew as I swallowed.
“I promise, Mami, I’ll ride one.”
“And drink tequila, but the good stuff.” She smiled big enough I
could see the dimple on her cheek. “And fall in love. The good kind
of love.”
“I promise.”
“See the world, Mija.”
“I promise.”
“Good,” she sighed, a look of lightness filling her expression.
“Good.”
“Promise you’ll give me signs you’re around?” I whispered as fear
started to trickle in.
“Chula, that’s not how it works.”
“Promise. I promised you; it’s only fair.”
“I’m always going to be with you, my sweet miracle. Always.” Her
breathing slowed.
“I love you, Mami,” I whispered and waited, but she didn’t say
anything. The stroking of my hair stopped, and I stilled. “Mami?” I
called out into the room and tried to hear her heart below my ear.
“Mom?” I sat up from the bed and looked at her, but her eyes
were still closed and everything around me stilled as my insides
froze.
The machines blared and the blood in my veins thickened. It felt
like I was underwater as the staff rushed in, moving to her side, and
I watched as they tried unsuccessfully to bring her back. I was
frozen, not believing my eyes, my heart broken on the ground the
nurses and doctors stood on.
My mom, my best friend, the glue that held my family together,
had fought the battle life had given her. She’d done it gracefully with
a silent strength as she had stared down the cancer eating away at
her body. But it hadn’t been enough. As much as losing her hurt me,
she was finally living in peace without pain.
 Chapter One
Milagros ‘Millie’ Delgado

HE KEPT LOOKING at me like he was waiting for me to do

something, and I had a feeling that I had totally bombed this
interview for a receptionist position at the Broken Eagles Bike Shop.
I’d grown up in the mechanic shop my grandpa owned before the
property lease became too high and he had to close so some hipster
avocado toast shop could open up.
“Thank you for coming in, Millie.” The owner of the shop, Wes
Silver, extended his hand as we both stood up. “I think—”
“Mr. Silver—”
“Wes,” he corrected, and I breathed in deeply.
“Wes, before you send me packing and go with a different
candidate, can I just…” I hesitated and frowned. I needed this job.
With that reminder, I looked at the man and, as gently as I could, I
spoke, “I appreciate the opportunity to interview. I promise you I
can handle myself here. I grew up in my grandpa’s shop, around
mechanics.”
“You’re a graphic designer,” he pointed out, and I knew what he
was thinking. I was overqualified to work as a receptionist, and I got
where he was coming from, but I needed this job. The more I
thought about working there, the more I wanted it because it
sounded cool. Not only that, four months after my mom passed
away, I was determined to make good on the promise, or parts of
the promise, I had made her.
It was how I found myself in Tennessee.
 I’d tossed a dart at a map of the United States after a couple of
shots of good tequila, and BOOM. It had landed right by Nashville.
I’d sent my email to any job that was as close to art related as
possible and grabbed a spot that sounded too good to be true as a
Paint Nite host.
“I was.” He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at me. “I
was a graphic designer.”
“You’re overqualified to answer phones and—”
“I can do it. I was a graphic designer because it paid the bills and
I was able to help my mom supplement her medical insurance.”
“And now?”
“Now…” I hesitated, but honestly, what did I have to lose? My
mom had sent me off on an adventure, and biting my tongue wasn’t
going to get shit done. “Permission to speak freely?” His lips
twitched.
“This isn’t the Army, Millie. I know. I’ve been in it.”
“Thank you for your service.” He nodded, urging me to keep
going. “I was what I needed to be to make sure my mom was taken
care of. But she’s gone now.” His eyes softened, and I looked past
his shoulder, blinking away the heavy emotions her loss brought
anytime I remembered. “I came here for a change. I promised her…
my mom was a nut, Wes. She made me promise crazy things. So, I
left Los Angeles, never having gone further than Vegas, on a whim
and found my way to Nashville.” I took a breath and kept sharing.
“Nashville’s a great place, but there is something about
Murfreesboro that calls me. I found a job teaching Paint Nites,
something I love. I love art. I love to teach. I would have become an
art teacher if it had been possible. This job is perfect. The hours are
great and it’s steady work, so I can indulge in teaching classes.
Plus… it would help me make good on one of the promises I made
my mom,” I rambled, and when I was done, he was looking at me
through new eyes.
“What promise?”
“Ride a bike.”
“What?” His brows bunched together.
 “She said she always wanted to ride a motorcycle. I didn’t know
that. Funny how people can surprise you,” I said, almost to myself.
“She dropped that tidbit on her deathbed. She didn’t get to ride, but
she wanted me to. It’s why I applied here. I saw your ad and took it
as a sign. You need a receptionist, and I need the steady hours.
Please don’t count the things I had to do to make ends meet against
me. I hated being a graphic designer. Being stuck in front of a
computer, working for people who thought you were irreplaceable
and took you for granted sucked. But I did it—”
“For your mom,” he cut me off, somehow knowing it was too
much for me to admit a second time. He sighed and rubbed his
neck. “The guys here are a little rowdy.”
“No offense, Wes. I grew up in LA; I can handle rowdy guys.”
“LA guys are metrosexuals who probably take longer getting ready
than my wife and her sisters combined.” he joked, and I laughed.
“Maybe. But I grew up in the hood. The only time those guys take
a while getting ready is when they are ironing the crease on their
oversized pants and flannels, if you get what I’m saying,” I shared.
He looked at me for a moment, and I held my breath, fully expecting
him to tell me sorry but no-go. Instead, a wave of relief hit when he
nodded.
“Okay, then, you’re hired.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, if any of them give you a hard time, you let me know,
okay?”
“I’m sure it will be—”
“I’m serious. Broken Eagles watch out for their own.”
“Okay,” I said slowly because I didn’t get why he was talking
about his shop like a group.
“They give you shit, you talk to me, and I’ll straighten their asses
out. Got me?”
“Scout’s honor,” I saluted, and he shook his head with an amused
smile on his face.
“You can start Monday.”
“Really?” I couldn’t help but grin ear to ear. I had some savings
and a little nest egg after selling everything I owned before moving
here, but it wouldn’t last forever.
“Yeah. I just hope to God the guys don’t send you running.”
“Why would they?” What kind of guys did he have working for
him?
“Like I said, they’re rowdy.”
“I can handle it.” I shook his hand and picked up my purse. I had
a job! A steady one. The Paint Nite company was hit and miss,
depending on how many gigs they booked out for us. If we didn’t
book places on our own, we didn’t make much.
“Millie?” he called.
“Yes?” I turned to look at him.
“That Paint Nite thing you mentioned.”
“Yeah?”
“Where do you go for that?” He asked and I smiled.
“Oh, depends where you can book.” I shrugged. “I’ve been trying
to get someone to book a night in town, but I haven’t been that
lucky. I do a couple of classes in Nashville at a couple of little bars,
one in a diner.”
“Stop by Daniel’s Bar in town,” he suggested, and my heart leaped
in my chest. “Tell Blaze or Jinx I sent ya. They’ll get you set up.”
“Thank you.” I smiled. “Thank you! I promise I will not let you
down!”
“Sweetheart, you didn’t dress up like a rock band groupie, so
you’re already ahead of the curve,” he weirdly said. I smiled tightly
wondering what kind of people he had been interviewing. “See you
Monday at eight in the morning. Sharp.”
“Will do!” I waved like a dork as I made my way out of the office
and across the shop to the parking lot, smiling the whole way to my
little yellow Fiat.
The moment I reached my car, I tilted my head up, closed my
eyes, and breathed a little easier. Slightly happy for the first time
since my mom passed, I didn’t notice anything but the warmth of
the sun shining down on me.
Not the man in the red rusty truck parked across the street from
the bike shop watching me, or the biker who had just pulled in.
 With the sun now bright and warm, unlike it had been when I had
first walked into the interview, I knew it was her. Her sign. She had
led me this way, and she was reminding me that she was with me.
She was watching over me. Keeping tabs on me like she always
had. But this time, it was to make sure I made my promise to her a
reality. I was almost positive a love affair with a man who made me
laugh and forget my name was probably off the books, but riding a
motorcycle?
I could make that happen.
How better than by working at a bike shop!

Patrick ‘Blaze’ Kelly

I couldn’t look away from the woman who stepped out of the shop’s
office.
She was fucking gorgeous. Dark brown hair that fell in soft waves
and just skimmed her cardigan-covered shoulders. Usually, I
wouldn’t look twice at a woman who was dressed as clean cut as
she was. Not when I lived my life the way I did. Unapologetically. A
woman dressed like that wouldn’t understand the ink that blanketed
my skin or the businesses I was involved in.
But when she reached her ridiculously small yellow car, she looked
up at the sky and closed her eyes. My heart stilled in my chest. The
sunshine cast a golden hue over her tan skin, and the smile lighting
up her face made my body come alive. It was like I was seeing
colors for the first time. There was a calm happiness that
surrounded her that I wanted to bask in. I gripped my cell phone
tighter to stop myself from doing just that. Walking up to her, pulling
her in close, and cupping her face. She would feel soft against my
hard body. I knew it like I knew the sky was blue. My cock started to
harden beneath the denim of my jeans. I wanted to feel her silky
skin under my calloused hands. I wanted to know the exact shade of
her eyes, because from where I was sitting, I couldn’t fucking tell. I
wanted to look at her face and memorize everything about it. Every
beauty mark, every freckle, every line, every little thing.
Not that she noticed me.
 I had just parked my bike and had been checking my emails when
I saw her walk out. She was in her own little world, and fuck me, I
wanted to be a part of it. I wanted to protect the bliss she seemed
to walk in. Before I could manage getting off my bike, she slipped
into the death trap that was her itty-bitty car and drove away.
Boom.
Just like that, she was gone. I had no idea who the woman who
had made me stop and realize life could be so much more with just
one look was, but I was sure as hell going to find out.
 Chapter Two
Millie

WORKING AT THE Broken Eagles Bike Shop was very nostalgic to

what I had left behind in LA. It made me miss my grandfather and
the guys from the shop who were honorary uncles and cousins after
I spent so much time around them when I was growing up.
The first week I had worked there, I don’t think the guys really
knew what to make of me. It felt like they were expecting me to
fawn all over them or bat my eyes at them. But when they realized I
was just there to work, they seemed to chill out a little. Not to
mention, the cupcakes and donuts I had brought in seemed to help.
Then I found out most of the guys who worked there were in the
Broken Eagles MC or trying to get recruited.
A motorcycle club.
I almost wanted to laugh at what I had just walked into without
knowing it. Now I understood what Wes had meant by them being a
family and watching over their own. The very thing my mom always
warned me about since I turned fifteen, gangs and bad boys, were
what her last wishes had drawn me right into. How crazy was that?
“You must be Millie,” a beautiful woman said, snapping me out of
my thoughts. I smiled just as she walked in.
“I am.”
“I’m July,” she introduced herself, and my eyes went wide.
“Wes’ wife!” I stood up to shake her hand. “It’s so nice to put a
face to the voice.” We had talked on the phone a couple of times,
and I knew it was just a matter of time until she came in to check
me out. “Nice to meet you.”
 “You, too.” Her eyes brightened as she leaned in closer, and I
found myself doing the same. July Silver was gorgeous, but there
was no intimidating vibe coming from her. “You have no idea how
glad Wes is he hired you,” she complimented, and I felt my face
warm up.
“It’s nothing,” I shrugged. “I answer phones.”
“I’m sure he has you doing more than that. It’s been a while since
he’s been able to actually work on a bike because he’s so busy with
office stuff he hates doing. You gotta know he really appreciates
what you do here.”
“Thanks.” That was really good to hear. I was only on my second
week, but I really liked what I did here. Even if it didn’t have any
designing or painting aspect. I felt like part of a team.
“He mentioned you’re new to town?”
“Yeah.” I nodded. “I just moved from Los Angeles,” I shared, and
her eyes went wide.
“Whoa. That is a huge change. How do you like Tennessee so
far?”
“It’s different.”
“Nothing like LA, I bet.” She grinned, and we both laughed. “You
miss it?”
“Is it bad if I say no?” We giggled and I sighed. “Honestly,
Murfreesboro feels like I’m on a movie set. Everything is so pretty.”
“Huh. Never thought of it like that.”
“I like it. The bridges around here are gorgeous! And Main Street
is an actual main street and not some concrete jungle,” I shared.
“And you have fresh air, not smog.”
“Nashville has smog.”
“True.” It did. “But not like LA. That’s the worst. And just the
architecture of the houses is so different than what I’m used to
seeing. So beautiful. It’s been a good change so far.”
“Good. I’m glad.” She grinned. “Do you have any pets?” she
randomly asked. I tilted my head wondering if I had heard her right.
“July,” Wes groaned as he stepped out of his office and to the
front. “Millie, don’t let her pressure you into adopting.”
“Adopting?”
 “I’m a vet.” She shrugged with a smile as Wes pulled her in close
to his side. “If you ever want to look for a fur baby, let me know.”
“Thanks! I might.” I didn’t hate the idea. “The company would be
nice,” I accidentally said out loud. She watched me for a moment
and nodded.
“Give me your phone,” she ordered, extending her hand, and
without thinking, I reached for it in the drawer and handed it to her.
“I put my number in there and called myself. Now we have each
other’s number. Anytime you wanna hang out or anything, I’m
there.”
“I don’t know about anytime,” Wes mumbled and planted a kiss of
her temple. Seeing them together was super sweet. They looked
good together, and it made me think of my mom. They shared the
kind of love she had wanted me and my sister to find.
“Caveman,” she muttered as she looked up at him, but I knew by
the smile on her face that she wasn’t bothered by her husband’s
antics. Her eyes moved and met mine. “Millie, what are you doing
Saturday?” she asked, taking me a little by surprise.
“July.” Wes’ deep Boyce started to warm. “Don’t pressure her.
Maybe she has shit to do?”
“Oh, hush.” She patted his chest. “So?”
“Oh… umm…” I stuttered. “I don’t really have plans. I was, umm,
thinking about baking.”
“Baking?” Wes asked, his interest piqued. “More cupcakes?”
“Maybe.” I laughed, and July grinned.
“Great! The guys are having a BBQ. You should come, bring some
cupcakes. I heard so much about them!”
“You did?” I loved baking. It was one way to be creative that
ensured a tasty treat after.
“So much! Come and I’ll introduce you to some of the girls!” July
offered and I found myself nodding.
“Oh, that would be cool!” Meeting people, other women, and
making friends was scary, but it sounded fun. I missed being around
good people.
“Warning, Millie, it’s a whole calendar of them,” Wes said. I had no
idea what he was talking about, but by the way July laughed, I
figured he was telling a joke.
“Shut up!” July chuckled, patting him on the stomach. “And I hope
you don’t mind, but Wes told me you teach Paint Nites.”
“Yeah. I was thinking about checking with Daniel’s Bar tonight to
see if they might want to host one.”
“Perfect.” She smiled brighter. “Consider it a done deal.”
“July.” Wes warned.
“Tell Jinx or Blaze that this guy sent ya, and they won’t say no,”
she kept talking, ignoring Wes.
“Oh, I couldn’t—”
“You should,” Wes chimed in. “Now, can I take my wife to lunch?
Or you wanna do Millie’s nails while you try to talk her into adopting
a litter of cats?”
“I can’t do cats, I’m sorry. I’m allergic.” She laughed and rolled her
eyes.
“Don’t worry about it. But if you change your mind about a dog,
come over!” She pulled a business card out of her purse and
handing it to me. I looked at it.
“You have your own business!” I beamed. “That is awesome!”
“It’s a lot of work, but it is pretty cool being your own boss.”
“I can only imagine.”
“We also have a litter of puppies that will be ready for adoption in
a couple of weeks, but honestly, no pressure.” The more she talked
about a dog, the more enticing the idea became.
Growing up in an apartment like I had, a pet would have meant
an extra deposit and money we really didn’t have to keep it fed.
When I moved out, the building I had lived in didn’t allow pets. I
would definitely have to check the lease to the little house I was
renting and see what it said about dogs.
“Thanks, I will definitely think about it.”
“Good! See you Saturday?”
“Okay, yeah, that sounds good.” I smiled, feeling just that much
more at home. I was making friends and living.
“Great!” She clapped her hands and turned to Wes. “Okay, big
guy, feed me!”
 “Finally,” Wes muttered. “I’ll be back. Got my cell if anything
comes up.”
“Sounds good, boss.” I saluted.
“Bye, Millie!” July called and waved. I watched them step out of
the office.
Outside, Wes handed her a helmet, and they smiled at each other,
familiarity and love shining in their gazes as they looked at one
another. He double-checked her strap and turned to get on his bike,
and she joined him before they drove off.
Yeah. That was exactly what my mom meant by finding a big love.
Like an explosion that blazed hot and bright, then BOOM! Shook you
up like no tomorrow and there was no going back to life as you
knew it after meeting them.
The connection they shared was obvious. Totally everlasting.
Maybe one day, I’d have that.
Maybe.

_______________

“What did you just say?” a deep growl sounded from the other end of
the line, and I rolled my eyes.
“Mondo—”
“Don’t Mondo me, Mills. Jesus.” I had expected the exasperation in
his voice, and it was exactly why I had waited to tell him. I could
almost picture my best guy friend in his living room. His hand
rubbing his bald head with worry.
The work week had gone by in a blur, and I had officially made it
through my second week at the shop. Everyone was cool, and July
had stopped by yesterday to remind me about going to the BBQ
today.
“You leave East Los to live in some honky tonk town with a
fucking motorcycle gang.” I rolled my eyes.
“Club,” I corrected.
“Only you, miracle girl,” he said softly. The nickname created a
knot in my throat, a reminder my mom was gone and I had moved
hella far from home and was all alone.
“I know.” I took a moment to shake off the loneliness I suddenly
felt. “I promise it sounds worse than it is.”
“I bet they’re all just a bunch of boy scouts,” he sarcastically
retorted, and I laughed.
“It’s possible.”
“Right,” he muttered, and I found myself sharing.
“My boss and a couple of them are Vets.”
“Just wait till your Abuelo finds out.”
“He’s not because you’re going to keep your mouth shut. Grandpa
is finally at peace about my mom, Mondo. There is no need to rile
him up with this when there is really nothing to worry about.”
“Bikers, Mills. Bikers are something to worry about.”
“You make it sound like they’re a real-life version of Sons of
Anarchy,” I pointed out and paused for a moment. “I don’t think it is,
at least,” I teased and laughed when I heard him growl.
Mondo and I had grown up together. Both our moms were single
parents who worked every job possible to make ends meet. We used
to live across the hall of the same ugly apartment building. But
where Candi and I had been able to keep going to school, Mondo
hadn’t had that opportunity. He’d taken a different road. One on the
street and got mixed up with people you didn’t want to get mixed up
with. It was my grandpa who helped him get out of that mess. To
this day, I had no idea of the specifics, but I knew it had something
to do with a man named Sebastian Herrez. A name people in the
hood only whispered about.
“Jesus,” his deep voice rumbled, and I laughed. “I can’t tell you
how good it is to hear you laugh, though.” My laughter died.
“Mondo…”
“I know.” He cleared his throat. “Just friends.”
Right before I left, we had hung out, going shot for shot when he
confessed to having more than friendly vibes toward me. I had
hated having to tell him I didn’t see him that way. There was too
much history and platonic love. He had said he understood but that
he had to tell me before I left.
“How’s everyone?” I asked, changing the subject.
 “Fine.”
“And Candi?”
“You haven’t talked to her?” he asked, slightly surprised. My little
sister and I had a tumultuous relationship. We loved one another to
the moon and back, but she wasn’t happy with me packing up and
leaving to go on some wild-ass adventure just because I had been
living like a nun. Her words, not mine.
“We’ve texted,” I shared.
“Mills…” The oven timer went off, and I made my way to the
kitchen, interrupting what I knew would be a big brother speech
about the importance of family and communication.
“I know. I should call. But you know Candi,” I whispered. “Is she
okay?”
“She’s good, Mills. You know I would call you if there was anything
to worry about. She stops by your gramps’ place every other day.”
“Good,” I answered softly, grabbing the oven mitt and balancing
my cell on my shoulder as I opened the oven door and checked on
the cupcakes.
“Baking?”
“Yeah, I’m going to a BBQ today,” I shared.
“That’s good. Meeting new people.”
“Even if they’re bikers?” I smiled and heard him complain.
“I thought you were going to Tennessee to paint,” he mumbled.
“I’m painting.” And I was. I had a whole sunroom set up, and I
spent almost all my free time in there. “The Paint Nites are just a
little scarce.”
“Maybe next time you go to a place, you check out a job before
you just up and sell all your things and move millions of miles from
home, yeah?”
“Yeah, no, you know it wasn’t like that!” I laughed, shaking my
head.
“It wasn’t?” he challenged, and I took a deep breath, my eyes on
the chocolate cupcakes now resting on the top of my stove.
“I told you—”
“Yeah. Your mom,” he muttered and sighed. “Look, I gotta get
going. There’s a car show, and I need to get dressed.”
 “Iron the plaid and khakis?” I joked softly, and I felt more at ease
when I heard the deep sound of his chuckle.
“You know it. Gotta get that crease right.”
“Right,” I whispered, missing home and my best friend even if
things were slightly awkward between us.
“Be good or be good at it. Yeah?” I wished I had felt something
for Mondo that was more than platonic, but I never did. He was
genuinely a good guy and would make someone a very lucky girl
one day.
“Always, Mondo. Tell my grandpa I love him and that I’ll call him
tomorrow?” I asked, knowing he’d see my gramps. They lived next
door to each other, and Mondo always stopped by. Like I said, he
was a really good guy.
“For sure. Be safe out there. A’ight?”
“I promise.”
“’Kay, miracle girl, talk to you soon.”
“Mon?” I called out quickly before he ended the call, and I knew,
even though he didn’t say anything, that he was there. “You know I
miss you, right?” I quickly said and winced. It was time to set things
straight. “I’m sorry for not feeling the same way, but… but you’re
still my best friend, and I don’t want this to be weird.”
“It’s not.” He broke the silence that had fallen between us.
“Believe it or not, your ass might have only left a month ago, but
this last month has been…” He took a moment and I waited. “Eye
opening. You were right. I was drunk and the feelings I’d been
holding on to was kid shit, you know?” I didn’t say anything and
heard him sigh. “I met someone,” he shared, then the words
processed, and I found myself smiling.
“You did?” I grinned, moving through the small cozy kitchen to the
sofa in my living room.
“Yeah. She’s… she’s pretty awesome.”
“Do I know her?”
“Maybe.” I knew by his tone he was smiling.
“Holy shit, that totally means I do! Who is it?” I asked excitedly.
“It’s too soon to call it what I think it is.” For a guy who didn’t do
serious I knew it meant a lot. He was serious about her.
 “Okay,” I replied softly. “I hope she’s everything you deserve. If
she’s not, I’m gonna have to go kick her ass.”
“Nah, Mills. Turns out, I hope I’m good enough for her.” Now,
Mondo might not have a Masters or PHD, but he was very
handsome. Tall, tatted, and stacked. Not only that, but he had a
great heart and head for business, and I knew that after my grandpa
helped him out of his situation, he had done very well for himself.
With that came an oversized ego.
“Wow. Sounds more serious than you’re telling,” I observed,
hoping for more info.
“Maybe,” he confessed. It made me happy and a little worried. Not
because I had feelings for him but because Mondo was a great guy
and I hoped whoever this girl was wouldn’t play him. “Anyhow,” he
breathed in, “I gotta go.”
“You’re going to see her,” I guessed. It made sense and it was
really cute. That was why he was awake so early getting ready.
Mondo loved his sleep.
“Yeah.”
“Alright. Go have fun.”
“You, too. Don’t drink and drive. Tennessee is fucking far to go
post bail,” he teased, and I rolled my eyes.
“Shut up.” I laughed. “Bye.” And with that, I ended the call. A
weight I had been carrying since I had left Cali lifted off my
shoulders. Mondo and my friendship would be okay.
Now, I just had to make sure I fixed things with Candi. I’d figure it
out soon. I looked at the time on my cell and moved through the
house to my room to figure out what the hell to wear to a BBQ in
Tennessee with bikers.
Blaze

Two damn weeks with no sign of her.

I was starting to question myself. Had I actually seen her? Or had
I had too much damn sun and weed the night before and made her
up in my head?
 When I had gone into the office, Wes had been on the phone, so I
hadn’t had a chance to ask him, but the guys I did ask had no idea
who the hell I was talking about. Then shit hit the fan with a phone
call from Jinx. He’d called and told me that Lyric, one of my tattoo
artists, had an issue with a design and needed my help. Between the
bar and the tattoo shop, I hardly had a damn chance to go to the
bike shop and ask Wes about the girl who had been there.
But I was determined to ask him today during the BBQ, though I
doubted he’d remember. Not only had too much time gone by, but
when it came to women, Pres only had eyes for his wife. The
connection they had was undeniable. You couldn’t be in the same
room without knowing they were meant for one another.
“Hey,” My best friend and business partner knocked on the door,
and I looked over my shoulder. “We’re gonna host a paint night,” he
announced, and I blinked once.
“A what?” I asked and watched Jinx shrug.
“Paint night. Bar gets clients and a percentage of the tickets sold
for someone to walk through step by step to do a painting or some
shit.”
“Who the hell is hosting?” I asked, wondering where the hell this
was coming from.
“I don’t know.” He moved through my apartment and sat at the
opposite end of the sectional. “The shop’s new receptionist.”
“What the hell?” I said softly, shaking my head. Whatever. What
the hell did I care? “Wes set it up with you?”
“Sent her, actually.”
“You set it up with her, then you’re in charge of dealing with it,” I
told him, washing my hands of having to deal with one more thing.
“Whatever, I don’t mind. She’s not bad to look at.” I rolled my
eyes at Jinx’s comment.
“Humpf,” I grunted. I had heard Wes had hired someone to help in
the office. I just assumed she was probably someone on the plain
side since he sure as hell hadn’t hired the club bunnies that had
applied.
“You ready?” Jinx asked. I nodded, running my fingers through my
freshly cut hair. It was shaved at the side and closely cropped at the
top.
“Sure, let’s go. After last night, I need a drink.”
“Same, brother. Same. Come on.” He walked out of my apartment,
and I grabbed my wallet and stuffed in it my back pocket before we
headed the hell out, my mystery angel not far from my thoughts.

_______________

Everyone was having a good time. After helping Wes at the grill for a
little, I moved on to the bar, serving beers and shots as needed and
shooting the shit with my brothers and some of the girls who came
to try and hook up with a bad boy. Flirting and bartending went
hand in hand, and I was a master at it.
A sexy little blonde popped her cute little behind at the bar,
leaning over to give me a great view of what she had to offer in her
low-cut crop top. I was about to lean in and talk to her when I felt it.
A prickle of awareness that had me looking away from her and
toward the crowd. I didn’t know what I was looking for, but I had an
overwhelming need to look for something. My eyes caught a glimpse
of Pres’ old lady. She was laughing with a dark-haired woman whose
back was turned to me. The towel I had been using to wipe down
the counter dropped when she turned and I realized it wasn’t one of
July’s sisters or cousins I had assumed she was hanging with.
No. It was my angel.
My caramel-skinned brunette beauty of an angel.
I crossed my arms and watched like some kind of creep. I couldn’t
look away from her.
“Millie,” a deep voice I instantly recognized as Wes’ said next to
me, but I didn’t look away.
“Millie?”
“The girl you’re five seconds away from drooling over.” He
observed.
“Fuck you,” I said, but without any real anger. God, she was
beautiful. Her smile made something in my chest tighten and my
mouth run dry.
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tolvaki korpisoilla, jossa paljo juuria löytyy. Ojittajat ovat saaneet 6
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ojasta.

MEHILÄINEN W. 1840.
Kesäkuuta.

Suomen kielen otosta opetuskieleksi kouluissa, kuin myöskin sen

käyttämisestä oikeuksissa ja muissa tiloissa on kyllä ja monessa
kohti jo ennen kirjotettu. Meidänki mielestä on hyvin osaavasti
sanottu, mitä Ulvilan kirkkoherra, professori G. Renvall siitä asiasta
lausuu, nimittäin: 1:ksi että Suomen kieli otettaisi opistoissa ei
opetus- vaan opittavaksi kieleksi ja 2:ksi, että oikeuksissa ja muissa
tiloissa itsekuki vapaehdollisesti, niin kirjotuksissa kun puheessa,
saisi käyttää Suomen kieltä, jota asianomaisten virkamiesten toisen
tulkitsematta pitäisi ymmärtää. Wasta jonkun pitemmän ajan
käyttämisellä ja korjaamalla luulee Renvalli Suomen kielen tulevan
otolliseksi sihenki tarpeesen, että opetus kouluissa ja muissa
opistoissa sillä toimitettaisi; jota pitemmän ajan valmistusta emme
myös taida vastaan sanoa, koska, jos suomi yhtäkkiä määrättäisi
opetuskieleksi, puutos epäilemättäki ilmautuisi, jos ei kielessä, niin
kuitenki opettajissa.

Mitä taas Suomen kielen vapaehdollisen käyttämiseen oikeuksissa

ja muissa tiloissa koskee, niin olisi se hyödyllinen jo siinäki
kohdassa, että se kadottaisi leivän puolivalmiilta herroilta, jota
tapojen turmioksi ja talonpoikien rasitukseksi aina enempi vuosi
vuodelta maakuntaan lisäytyy. Kun nimittäin joku voipi oppia jonkun
sanan ruotsia ja sihen lisäksi taitaa, jos kuinka puultuvaisesti
kirjottaa, niin pitää hän kohta itsensä herrana, heittää työnteon,
kirjottelee talonpojille, selittelee heille tuomioita ja muita
ruotsinkielisiä kirjotuksia, neuvo heitä yhdestä keräjästä toiseen ja
viettelee moninaisihin ilkeyksihin, kaikella sillä toimellansa talonpojan
kostannuksella hyvin eläen. Tämä herrain ja talonpoikain välillinen
sukukunta juuri on se, joka enimmasti turmelee talonpoikasen
kansan elämässänsä. Sillä paremman arvon talonpojilta
voittaaksensa pukevat itsensä ja elävät muulla tavalla mahdollisuutta
myöten herroiksi, ja talonpoika seuraa heitä niin vaatteissa, kun
muussa elämässä, pitäen itsensä heidän vertasena, niinkun hän ei
olekaan huonompi, vaan kymmentä kertaa parempi heitä. Tämä
talonpojan herrastaminen aatteissa ja muissa ulkonaisissa elämän
tavoissa on sekä muuten tuhma ja ilkiä katsella, että myöski perijuuri
koko talonpojallisen arvon menettämiseen. Se juuri todistaa, että
talonpoika itse ei tyydy oloonsa ja onneensa, alentaa hänen arvonsa
sillä tavoin muidenki silmissä, sillä vähäarvonen on aina se mies,
joka Jumalan luotuun onneensa ei tyydy. Jos talonpoika tahtoo
herrastaa, niin herrastakoon opeissa, tiedoissa ja taidoissa, erittäinki
säätyynsä sopivaisissa, siisteydessä ja puhtaudessa,
mielisiveydessä ja raittiuudessa, lastensa ihmisiksi kasvattamisessa,
perheensä hoitamisissa, karjansa, peltojensa ja niittyjensä
korjaamisessa, ja se harrastus on hänelle moninaiseksi hyväksi,
antaa myös kyllä työtä, ettei juuri jouda'kaan sihen toiseen
turmelevaiseen herrastamiseen, joka osotaksen turhissa
käytöksissä, naurattavissa vaatetpuvuissa, kiroilemisissa ja
vannomisissa, juomisissa ja laiskana elämisessä, joutavissa
hypyissä ja kortinlyönnissä, Jumalan sanan ylenkatseessa ja
tuhannessa muussa ilkeydessä, jota juuri edellä mainitut joutavat
nurkkaherrat enemmin, kun mikään muu kansassa matkaansaattaa,
levittää ja voimassa pitää. — Karjalassa ja Savossa, joissa suuri osa
talonpoikia nykyaikoina selvästi kirjottaa suomea, näitä
nurkkaherroja ei ollenkaan kaivattaisi, jos saisivat talonpojat
kirjotuksensa sillä omalla kielellänsä. Kuinka kansa itseki sitä asiata
toivoo, olemma monasti kuulleet lausuttavan, ja todistukseksi
panemma tähän seuraavan, talonpojalta Petteri Makkoselta
Kerimäen pitäjästä, tehdyn runon, jonka syksyllä v. 1837 häneltä
kirjotimma.

Suruvirsi Suomen kielen tilasta.

Suvatseeko Suomen kansa,

Salliiko Savon asujat,
Wielä veisata vähäsen,
Surkutella Suomen maasta?
Suruvirsi on Suomen maasta,
Sekä vaikia valitus,
Kuinka suuri Suomen kansa
Saapi kirjoja käsiinsä,
Oikeuksista annetuita,
Pantuna paperin päälle,
Ruotsin kielen kirjotettu,
Jota ei tiennehet isämme,
Oma vanhempi osannut,
Lausuella lapsillensa,
Kanssa poikansa puhua.

Tämä on se outo kieli,

Suomen maalla muukalainen,
Joka kansan kaikki tyyni
Pitäpi pimeyen alla,
Josta juttuja tulepi,
Turhat riiat ratkiapi,
Kun ei tunne kirjojansa,
Arvioitansa osaja.

Herrat saapi suuren palkan

Pienistäki kirjoistansa,
Kuitenki en itse tieä,
Jos on kirja kelvollinen,
Mitä siinä on sisässä;
Mutta täytypi monenki
Wieä herralle hevonen,
Panna lehmä läävästänsä,
Kun ei kukkaro pitäne.

Laki on meillä laaullinen,

Aivan oikea asetus,
Jonka armas Keisarimme,
Itsevaltias vakainen,
Anto meille armostansa,
Suomen suureksi hyväksi;
Waan ei laiteta lakia,
Ei osata oikeutta,
Suomen kielen kirjotella,
Jonka itse ymmärtäisin,
Ilman toisen tutkimatta,
Sekapään selittämättä.

Kun ois kirjat kielellämme,

Suomen selvlllä sanoilla,
Itse tietäisin asian,
Osajaisin arvionki,
Kuittikirjani katsella,
Lujat päätökset lukea.
Enkä varsin vaivoaisi
Esivaltoa viatta,
Oikeutta ilman syyttä,
Eikä kukkaro kuluisi,
Tuomiskontti tyhjeneisi.

Minä vielä mielessäni

Olen toivossa ilonen,
Että armas Keisarimme,
Estvaltamme vakainen,
Suomen suureksi iloksi,
Onneksi alamaistensa,
Sekä kansan kunniaksi,
Antaa käskyn armollisen,
Suomen sääyille sanoman;
Asettapi oikeuet
Suomen selvillä sanoilla;
Että suuri Suomen kansa,
Saisi kirjat kielellänsä,
Niinkun kaikki muutki kansat,
Mainitahan maailmassa,
Onnen helmassa elävän;
Kun on kaikki kirjotukset
Sillä kielellä samalla,
Minkä heille helmassansa,
Oma äitinsä opetti.

Sitä vielä Suomalaiset

Hyvin suurella halulla,
Ikävöivät itsellensä,
Että kuulu Keisarimme,
Majisteetti mainittava,
Joka käski koulupaikat,
Akatemiat asetti,
Käskis kouluissa lukea,
Opitella oppivaisten,
Suomen selviä sanoja.

Sillon saisi Suomen kansa

Armon auringon havata,
Pimeyen paksu pilvi
Sillon siirtyisi sivulle;
Eipä puuttune puheita,
Sekä selviä sanoja,
Tämän kielen kertojilta,
Asujilta ankaroilta.
 Kyllä antaisi asiat
Wielä paljonki puhua,
Waan ei anna aika myöten,
Enkä jaksane jutella;
Josta päätän pännän juoksun,
Sulan seisatan samalla.

Mehiläisen Ainehisto.

Wuosikertoina 1836, 1837, 1839 ja 1840.

1. Runoja ja Lauluja.

W. 1836.

Wiipurin linna. — Suomen synty Tammikuulta.

Tauti. — Hekkalan Maria Helmikuulta.
Wedenkantaja Anni. — Miniä. — Naija Maaliskuulta.
Neitsen rosvo. — Härjän ampuja Huhtikuulta.
Kaunis tammi. — Ukot kirkkomäellä. Toukokuulta.
Kaarlo kuningas — Kiitos Keisarille. Kesäkuulta.
Tuiretuisen poika. — Tupakkiruno. Heinäkuulta.
Immen itku. — Waaraslahden Kaisa. Elokuulta.
Lisäys Suomen syntyyn.
Inkerin valitus. Syyskuulta.
Wiisaampansa vieressä yötä maannut.
— Nuotta-ankkurista. Lokakuulta.
Kummia. — Huotarin naimisista.
— Ilolle Marraskuulta.
 Tyttö kehnolle kosialle. —
Muuttamalle kirkkoherralle. Joulukuulta.

W. 1837.

Kalevalan neito. — Ylistys Tammikuulta.

Kirjavaiselle.
Yhdeksän huolilaulua Helmikuulta.
Kadonnut poika. — Naimaruno. Maaliskuulta.
Joukosen nainen. — Ollilta ja Huhtikuulta.
perehestänsä.
Yhdeksän vanhaa sanaa. — Loholahden Toukokuulta.
markkinoista.
Tansin synty. — Huoliruno Mathias Kesäkuulta.
Reineksestä.
Repo. — Kettu ja hämähäkki. — Heinäkuulta.
Talkkousruno.
Seitsemän pientä runoa. — Ihalainen. Elokuulta.
— Elias ja Anna.
Kehotus laulamaan. — Pieksiäisen Syyskuulta.
panettelemasta.
Neljä vanhaa laulua. — Pohjanmaan Lokakuulta.
surkeudesta.
Kolme vanhaa laulua. — Kolme sanaa Marraskuulta.
Savon puolesta.
Ruotus ja Tahvanus. — Murheruno Joulukuulta.
Pielisen kirkkoherran Jakoppi
Steniuksen kuolemasta. —
Neittyen ihanaisuudesta.

W. 1839.
 Mehiläisen entisestä olosta ja Tammikuulta.
nyt jälle ilmaumisesta.
Kansan lauluja. Helmi-, Maalis-,
Kesä-, Heinä- ja Elokuulta
Tietäjän runo. Huhtikuulta.
Kahviruno. — Kaksi koirarunoa. Toukokuulta.
Sururuno Iin pitäjän kirkkoherran Touko- ja Kesäkuulta.
Henrikki Suntin kuolemasta.
Runo postiluukusta. Heinäkuulta.
Juttu juhlajuomisesta, koottu Elokuulta.
kirkkokohmelosta. — Huolikaihos
Karjalassa (pispa Molanderin
kuolemasta).

W. 1840.

Kansan lauluja. Tammikuulta.

Kysymys Mehiläisestä. — Helmikuulta.
Kutsumusruno.
Koulunkäymättömän valitus. Maaliskuulta.
Runo tyttäristä. Huhtikuulta.
Onneton naimamatka. — Kaipaksen Toukokuulta.
elämästä.
Runo Suomen kielestä. Kesäkuulta.

2. Suomen kansan Sanalaskuja ja Arvuutuksia.

Löytyy usiampia melkein joka kuuosan lopulla vuosikerroissa 1836

ja 1837.
 3. Satuja.

W. 1636.

1. Ukko ja kuolema. — 2. Kontio ja Tammikuulta.

hiiri. — 3. Linnut, nelijalkaset
ja yöleikko.
4. Paimen ja Ahti. — 2. Hepo ja härkä. Helmikuulta.
6. Jalopeura ja kettu. — 7. Hemonen. Maaliskuulta.
8. Susi ja akka. — 9. kaksi hevoista. Huhtikuulta.
10. Talohiiri ja metsähiiri.
11. Wähämielinen härkä.— 12. Kettu Toukokuulta.
ja korppi. — 13. Wanha leiona,
metsäsika ja aasi.
14. Sudet ja lampaat. — 15. Koira ja Kesäkuulta.
varjonsa. — 16. Kettu ja marjat
17. Simpukka ja kotka. — 18. Aarre. Heinäkuulta.
19. Leiona, lehmä, muohi ja lammas.
20. Hiiret ja tammi. — 2l. Kettu Elokuulta.
ja kukko.
22. Lampaat ja koira. — 23. Mehiläinen Lokakuulta.
ja kyyhkynen. — 24. Sääski ja härkä.
25. Mettiäinen ja muurahainen. — 26. Marraskuulta.
Mettiäinen ja hämähäkki. — 27.
Kotka ja jänis.
28. Kissa ja koira. — 29. Oinas ja Joulukuulta.
härkä.— 30. Warpunen ja poikansa.

W. 1837.
 1. Paimenten tolvotuksct. — 2. Tammikuulta.
Kuninkaan palvelia ja kerjaläis-ukko.
3. Kissa ja leivonen. — 4. Susi ja Helmikuulta.
hevonen. — 5. Mies ja hevosensa.
— 6. Miehet ja rahakukkaro. —
7. Sammakko ja härkä.
8. Poika ja äiti. — 9. Kaksi koiraa. Maaliskuulta.
10. Koira, kukko ja kettu. — 11.
Sääski ja jalopeura.
12. Joki ja lähde. — 13. Waimo, Huhtikuulta.
miehensä ja kuolema.
14. Hirvi ja sormensa. — 15. Karhu Toukokuulta.
ja jalopeura.
16. Akka, kissa ja hiiret. — Kesäkuulta.
17. Kettu ja kissa.
18. Jänikset ja sammakot. — Heinäkuulta.
19. Pukki ja kettu.
20. Kärpänen ja poikansa. — 21. Isä Elokuulta.
ja poika. — 22. Pörastas ja leikko.
23. Kurki ja riikinkukko. — 24. Syyskuulta.
Orava ja pähkinä. — 25. Härkä
ja koira.
26. Harakka. — 27. Jänis ja Lokakuulta.
varpunen. 28. Humala ja katoja.
29. Omenapuu ja fiikunapuu. — Marraskuulta.
30. Kaksi kamelia. — 31. Sirkka
ja muurahainen.
32. Metsäsika, hevonen ja mies. — Joulukuulta.
33. Susi ja koira. — 34. Mies
ja Lempo. 35. Pääskynen ja muut linnut.
 4. Suomen kansan muinas-asioiöta.

Jumaluus-opista; Tammikuulta 1836. — Lieto Lemminkäinen;

Touko- ja Kesäkuulta 1836, Tammik. 1839. — Tuonelasta ja
Manalasta (k. Kehotus laulamaan,); Syyskuulta 1837. —
Alkuluomisesta; Joulukuulta 1839.

5. Suomen kansan ja maan tietohin koskemia.

W. 1836.

Wiipurin linnan jälkimaine; Tammikuulta. — Hekkalan Marian

jälkim.
Helmikuulta. — Wedenkantaja Annin jälkim. Maalisk. —
Suomalaisista;
Huhtik. — Kaunis tammin jälkim.; Nykyisista ajoista; Toukok. —
Kaarlo kuninkaan jälkim. Kesäk. — Tuiretuisen pojan jalkim. Heinäk.
— Waaraslahden Kaisan jäikim. Elok. — Karhunsyöjä; Kajaanilaisen
Talontytön vaate'omasuus; Kajaanilaisen talon poikamiehen
vaate'vara;
Niityistä Kajaanin läänissä; Syysk. — Itkuvirsistä Wenäjän
Karjalassa;
Syys- ja Lokak. — Juopuneen herran olosta; Erinomanen mies;
Marrask. —
Jaakko Wallenperi; Joulukuulta.

W. 1837.

Braahen kaupungista; Tammi- ja Helmikuulta. — Katrina

Maunuttaresta;
Helmik. — Matkakertoelma Hiiden linnan; Maalisk. — Tietoja
Kiannon
kappelikunnasta; Huhtik. — Sanojen jälkimaine; Pyhäjoen pitäjästä;
Kuolasta 16 Helmik. 1837; Toukok. — Lyhyt kertomus
Suomenkielisistä
sanomalehdistä; Elo- ja Syysk. — Pieksiäisen
panettelemisesta,jälkim.
Syysk. — Pohjanmaan surkeudesta, jätkim. Lokak. — Uupu kolmea
sanoa;
Lähteä Lappiin; Marrask. — Häätavoista Pääjärven seuduilla Wen.
Karjalassa; Jouluk.

W. 1839.

Suomen muinashistorioitsijoille mietinnäksi; Tammi ja Helmik. —

Kertomus muutamasta varkaudesta; Pään parannuskeino; Syysk. —
Miksi kutsutaan kotimaatamme Suomeksi; Ihmissusista;
Marraskuulta.

W. 1840.

Runoniekkain kärsimisistä; Maalisk. — Jousesta ja suksista;

Muinonen
Suomenmaa ja vanha Finlandi; Huhtikuulta.

6. Suomenkielen-opastollisia.

Suomen synnyn jälkim.; Tammik. 1836. — Suomen kielestä ja sen

nimisanoista; Maalisk. 1836. — Lisäyksiä Suomen sanastoon; Huhti-
ja Kesäk. 1836. — Sekasaatuja; Elok. — Suomenkielen
lause'sanoistä; Loka- ja Marrask. 1837. — Wenäjän Karjalan
suomea; Marrask. 1837 (k. myös: Häätavoista Pääjarven seuduilla;
Jouluk. 1837. Jousesta ja suksista; Huhtik. 1840). — Græca sunt;
non leguntur; Loka- ja Marrask. 1839.

7. Suomen runo-opastollisia.

Ukot kirkkomaalla, jälkimaine; Toukok. 1836. — Suomalaisesta

kuusimittarunosta; Loka- ja Marrask. 1836. — Laulusta; Helmi- ja
Kesäk. 1839. — Runoista; Huhtik. 1839. — Kysymys Mehiläisestä;
Helmik. 1840. — Muutamia sanoja runojen teosta; Maalisk. 1840.

8. Suomalaisia tarinoita.

Ketusta ja hukasta; Syysk. 1837. — Tuhkamosta; Jouluk. 1837. —

Älykäs morsian; Osansaanti; Mikäs talonpojan elää; Laahattu
taethanko; Osattoman osa; Worpii; Akan kylvörukous; Yö päivällä;
Syysk. 1839. — Akkain juomateko; Jalopeura, karhu, hukka ja hiiri;
Waimon salaukot; Matin kolmikertanen kuolema; Lokak. 1839. —
Wähänäkijä tyttö; Rikka ompeleessa; Paakunaisen nujakka; Huhtik.
1840.

9. Itämaan tarinoita.

Mirtsan näkö; Jouluk. 1836. — Neljä kultalintua; Heinä- ja Elok.

1839. — Tarina hävinneestä kultarahasta; Ystävät; Keino
ylösherättää kuolleita; Syysk. 1839. — Kuningasten onni; Uskonopin
vaikutus; Suuttuu viisaski; Lokat. 1839. — Tarina Abrahamista;
Toukok. 1840.

10. Yhtä ja toista.

W. 1836.

Kiitos Keisarille, jälkimaine; Kesäk. — Tupakista, Tupakkirunon

jälkim.; Terveyden hoidosta; Heinä- ja Elok. — Mehiläiseen koskevia
kirjotuksia; Syys- ja Marrask. — Muistopuhe vainajalle talonpojalle;
Syysk. — Kuoleva joutsen; Marrask. — Waatteista; Jouluk.

W. 1837.

Liikunnosta ja levosta; Tammik. — Mielen liikunnosta; Ilosta ja

huvituksista; Helmik. — Paloviinasta, Naimarunon jälkim. Maalisk. —
Myrsky; Toukok. — Lähde; Kesäk. — Lasten vioista ja taudeista;
Kesä- ja
Heinäk. — Yhteislä neuoja sairasten korjuusta ja holhomisesta;
Ilmasta
terveyttä suhten; Heinäk. — Pilvistä; Usvasta; Auteresta; Sateesta;
Lumesta; Rakeista; Kasteesta ja Härmästä; Ukkosesta; Mielen
muutos;
Elok. — Revontulesta; Tulipalloista; Tähtilennoista; Wesikaaresta;
Auringon ja kuun kehistä (eli sapeista); Syyskuulta.

W. 1839.

Laskuopista; Maalis-, Huhti- ja Toukokuulta. — Indialaisten

kuolojuhla;
Syyskuulta.

W. 1840.

Uusia virsiä, kirkossa ja kotona veisattavia (tutkinto); Pilvien

suuruudesta; Maan viljelijöille. Sateen paljoudesta; Liikkuvista
pyhistä; Tammik. — Muuan sana Mehiläiselle; Helmi- ja Maalisk. —
Kärsiväisyys; Wakuus; Arabian sanalaskuja; Ihmisen ikä; Muutama
sana soiden viljelijöille; Toukok. — Humalikoista; Kesäkuulta.

Ilman näitä näin eritellen mainituita aineita on joka toinen arkki

Mehiläisestä historia-lukua, nimittäin: vuosikerroissa 1836 ja 1837
yhteistä ihmissukukunnan historiata alkuajoista ruveten ja 400 vuotta
lähelle Wapahtajan syntymätä ulottuen; vuosikerrassa 1839 Suomen
historiata, alkuajoista näihin nykysiin asti; ja 1840 Wenäjän historiata
alkuajoista 1500-vuosilukuun Kr.s.j.

Humalikoista.

Humalikko on parempi keväillä, kun syksyllä istuttaa. Maa

lannoitetaan ja löyhistetään kyynärän syvälle. Kiviseka maa on
soveliaisin. Istukkaiksi valitaan yksivuotiset, isot, valkiat juuret,
korttelin pituiset, kolmella eli neljällä silmukalla. Wanhemmat ja
mustemmat juuret eivät kelpaa ja pahentuneet paikat niistä muuten
kelpaavistaki istukasjuurista pitää ennen istuttamista pois
leikattaman. Sitte pidetään taimet ruohoista puhtaana ja havotetaan.
Joka toinen vuosi lannoitetaan sitä siansonnalla, havot otetaan pois
lannoitusajaksi ja pannaan sitte jälle paikallensa. Joka
seitsemännellä vuodella istutettakoon humalikko uuteen soveliaasen
paikkaan.

Tynnyrin alasta maata humalikkona saadaan hyvinä vuosina 70

leiviskää kuivia humaloita. Istukasjuuria saadaan köynnöksestä
(humalavarresta), jos taivutetaan maahan ja peitetään mullalla, paitsi
latva, joka jätetään kasvamaan. Semmoisesta köynnöksestä
uloskasvaa usiampia istukasjuuria.

Lehdet ja liikanaiset hyötövesat pitää sitä myöten kun ilmautuvat

alapuolelta köynnöstä pois nykittämän, josta humala kasvaa
paremmin. Nuoret köynnökset sidotaan oljilla seipäisiin.

Uutta humalikkoa laittaissa jaetaan maa esinnä pienihin

neliskulma aloihin, puolenkolmatta kyynärää jokainen kesketse.
Jokaisen neliskulman keskelle pistetään seiväs ja 7 eli 8 istukasta
pannaan ympäritse, noin korttelin verran seipäästä ulos, 5 tuumaa
syvältä maan sisään ja itusilmukat ylöspäin. Joka syksy pitää
istukaspesille uutta lantaa laitettaman, joka muokataan sisään
maahan ja joka kevä luodaan talvinen multa juurilta, koska myös
liikanaiset hyödökset poisotetaan, ja sia täytetään uudella mullalla.
Humalikko taitaan myös leikkauksiin jakaa, joka leikkaus 2 kyynärän
levyinen. Seipäät pannaan keskelle ja istukkaat laitoihin, päät
seivästä käsin, vinoon.

Kun lehdet alkavat kellistyä ja humalatappo näkyä entistään

harvemmalta, sillon on aika ruveta pätkimään humaloita. Pätkintä
toimitetaan kuivassa ilmassa ulkona taikka haasioitaan (routotaan)
humalaköynnökset, kun herneet, vaan katoksen alle ja kuivalla
säällä. Sitte taitaan välitöiksi koska tahansa humalat pätkiä.

Kymmenen vuoden sisässä antaa humala tavallisesti 3 hyvää

vuotta, 3 kehnoa ja 4 keskikertaista.

Köynnöksistä taitaan hampun tavalla liotettuna ja laitettuna saada

hyvää ja lujaa kangasta. Waan ne ei syksyssä kerkiä liota, jonka
tähden pitää kedolle talven alle jättää.
 *****

Usiammista syistä, ja erinomattain sen tähden, ettei ole saanut

tarpeeksi lukijoita eli muita ostajia, tulee Mehiläinen tällä kuun-osalla
lopettamaan työnsä ja toimensa. Sen, joka paheksu tätä kesken
lopettamista, soisimma itsensä rupeevan jotain sanomalehtiä
toimittamaan, ja ilman omaa työtä, huolta ja vaivaansa vielä
päälliseksi saaman omista varoistansa maksaa 300 ruplaa vuodelta,
jota ottajain kautta ei saada palkituksi. Niin on se tänä vuonna
Mehiläisen kanssa ollut. — Ne, jotka ovat pyytäneet tämän vuoden
Mehiläistä ja edeltä maksaneet koko vuosikerrasta, saavat tulevana
syksynä eli talvena loppupuolen Wenäjän historiasta palkinnoksi,
joka heille tulee postin kautta lähetettäväksi eli, joille niin paremmin
sopii, Helsingistä saatavaksi.

Lopuksi kiitämmä niitä, jotka lähettävillä kirjotuksillansa eli muulla

toimella ovat Mehiläistä autelleet. Mitä tulleista kirjotuksista ei ole
sihen sopinut, koemma jollain muulla tavalla vasta präntätyksi
saada. Myös on velvollisuutemme tiedoksi antaa, että 1837
vuosikerran historia-osa on provasti Pietari Tikleeni vainajalta
toimitettu; Suomen historia, 1839 vuosikerrassa, Akademian
oppilaiselta Johan Fredrikki Kajaanilta; ja Wenäjän historia tässä
vuosikerrassa kappalaiselta Wesilahdessa, Gustavi Tikleeniltä.

Helsingistä 31 p. Toukokuussa 1840.

Elias Lönnrot.
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