The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1859-12-02


home again till long after Willie was
asleep. What lay behind those scar
let curtains, was a mystery be sought
to anrave.
At length he whispered eagerly as
if to encourage longing wish, Papa
used TO tell Inc, if l wanted to know
anything very bad, to persevere, and I
would fad it out, Now, I do want to
know what makes him love to 90 there
so. I know that there must be pretty
things behind those windows. Ishould
not wonderland his cheeks were
glowing-if it was like fairy house.
Why can't | 90.
Poor Willie! The temptation to
know was too strong to be resisted; so
he hunted through the closet for can
die, for be was thoughtful little fellow,
and would not leave his little sister to
the only danger that could menace her,
that the flame might scare away the
rats and mice, should they sally out
ere his return.
1 won't stay long, pretty DEAR said
he, pressing a tender kiss on her sleep
ing lids, and drawing the blankets close
over her fair arms. No, I'll come back
soon, but I do want to take one peep
Swiftly his little feet bore him over
the pavement and in trice he stood
behind the curtained door.
How light it is, and how they laugh
and talk. 1t must all be very funny
there
A cold, November blast swept around
the corner as he spoke, penetrating his
worn summer clothes, and causing his
flesh to quiver and his teeth to chatter.
I don't believe they'd hurt me, if |
should 90 in awhile; l am such little
boy, and | am so cold out here be
said, as he pushed the door carefully
from him, slipping in, and closing it
without breath of noise. For awhile
he was bewildered with the light and
clatter, and half wished he were away
But the warm air was grateful to his
limbs, and finding that no one seemed
10 notice him, he stole towards the
glowing CRATE, and spread out his pur
pie palms before he blaze. The geou.
| Of men that encircled the bar wer,
drinking when he entered. Soon
however, they sat down their glasse
and dispersed around the room
Halo. said one in a loud tone. a
going to the fire he spied Willie. 'Wha
are you doing here my little felIow!-
| Who are you! and what do you want!
/ don't want anything, only to Sc
what YOU do here, My name is Will
NJ. My papa loves to come here, an
cooked 50 pleasant through the wiz
dow, I thought I'd like to. But
must not stay long, for I've left th
baby alone
The mans tones were softened, {
a lie spoke again to him.
Aud where is your mother, b W
Oh she's gone to take home Il
, wash. sir. aps dou't have as muc
d work as he used to once, and we're vel
poor now, and she has to help hin
il And does it look as pleasant in he
!, as yeu thought it would, my childG"
!, oh, yes, it does, sir. / don't wo
,f der papa loves to come here 50 mnc
! is't so cold and dark at home. But
a should think he'd bring mamma al
me and little sis. How she won
! laugh to see this fire and all those pre-
q ty bottles. and those flowers with ligh
W on them. please, SIR and he earnest
is seized the rough hands Of the fstent
IS please. sir, tell me why little boys cal
# come here with their fatherP
o For Gods's sake do not tell hi
n Bancrohr said deep, anguished voic
y He deems me pure and nnholy. It
vens! what wretch | am! My b,
,r my boy! you have saved me fro
or earth's rilest he'll! Here with my ha
:. upon thy sinless brow, | promise ne,