The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1876-11-23

one seemed uncommonly vel
| posted, for awoman "h9ifisog - 2
Under other circumstances Mrs. Car
Isle would have resented this, but nov
she only lqueried, /" Do you, think so p
and that ended it.
Two or three invitations to the sew
ing-rOom were quite sufficient to make
Cousin Mark perfectly at home there
and after week he became as familiar
as this:
"If you are not too busy, i should
like to read you this articles" and, this
is what Miss Kent would say:
"Oh, am never too busy to be read
to. Sit, down by the window in this
comfortable chair and let's hear it. =
After . couple of weeks when the
gentleman came in, hoarse with sudden
cold, Miss Kent hustled about, her voice
full of sympathy, and .brewed him Q
dose which he declared he should never
forget to his dying day !; but one dose
cured him. After this, Miss Kent was q
really soonderful woman. Jsai ,H9I@
Az, Jennie was an arch plotter, She
let them skirmish about, but not once
did she give them a1chanee to be alone
together plans were not to be des-
troyed by premature condolences Until
the very evening preceding Cousin
Marks departure for California. Then
Miss Kent was very dsmurely asked to
remain and keep an eye on Master Car
. Isle, whom the fond mother did not
like to leave quite alone with his nurse.
We are compelled to be. gone a
couple of hours; but Cousin Mark will
read to you, won't you, cousin?''
Certainly, if Miss Kent would like
it, ".replied the gentleman. l,4..g t
The infant Carlisle, thanks to good
management, was never awake in the
evening, so the victims of this mutri-
monial speculation would have plenty
OF time. The back parlorwas the room
most in use during the evening, and
out Of this room was alarge closet with
large blind ventilator, and out of this
closet door leading to the back stoop
and garden. Imagine nv surprise
when 1 was informed that Mr.. Carlisle
was going to the lodge, and that we,
after profuset warnings about the baby,
and promises not to be gone too long,
were to proceed to this closet overlook
ing the back parlor via back gate and
garden. In vain l protested. a5 >s@i
"Why, You goose" laughed Jennie,
" there II be fun enough to last life
time. John wanted to come awfully,
but l knew he'd make noise and spoil
every thing, so wouldn't let him. -
The willy schemer had taken the pre-
caution to lock the closet door from the
outside, so there was no fear of detec-
ton. On high bench, as still as two
mice, we awaited results.
Cousin Mark (as if arousing from a
protracted reverie) ~" Would you like
to have me read?''
Miss Kent: "Oh, I'm not particu-
lar.'' 4
Cousin Mark: "Here is an excellent
article on elective affinities; how would
you like that?''
JeRaie's elbow in my side almost
took my breath away. .-
Miss Kent: "Whom is it by?"
Jennie (clear into my ear): I" "That's
to gain time; see if it isn't.'
Cousin Mark: "It's by prominent
French writer, believe"
Miss Kent: "I don't think I care
for q translation tonight" stsa9Ik 4
Cousin Mark: ssNor l.; nor reading
of any kind. This is my last evening
in New York, Miss Kent. .''ie4kE fa n
Miss Kent. ST hope you've enjoyed
your visit ?'' iitF@9 "a #u5&a
Jennie Onto my very head this time) Il
'' She's as shy as 3-year-old colt"
Cousin Mark ssI didn't think
should feel so. sorry about leaving"
Jennie: "He is the wreck; you re-
3..,e<f attt zs..., ...,
A long pause. I
Miss Kent: "I think 1 hear the
baby"
Cousin Mark: " Oh no. You are fond
Of babies, aren'tiyou, Miss Kentp'' i
No answer from Miss Kent. +
Cousin Mark: ssI have been a very
lonely man, Miss Kent, but l, never
realized how lonely the rest of my life
must be until l came to this house," ID
Jennie: "Oh, how lonely!"
Cousin Mark Is Now I must return
20 my business and my boarding house.
Think of that, Miss Kent-bOarding
aouseAboarding- house, for q man SO
Eond of domestic life as I am, Miss
Kent" 60
just then we very distinctly heard a
title kind Of q purr, which sounded
7ery like a note Of intense sympathy
rom Miss Kent. @i'i ItsilE Ut
Cousin Mark: 81 have friends, in
San Francisco, of course, but no fire.
Iide like this, nobody to care for me if
am i'll, nobody to feel very badly if /
lie." .et,55ssF iu -ilEizE
Jennie: seThat nj fetch her.''sg dytl
Miss Kent (voice little quivering):
Il wish lived in San Francisco. You
'opld always call upon me if you need
ID any thing"