The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1876-05-18

Saturday afternoons, when she went
through the buster parts OF the town,
past the Lyceum and the hotel, she used
to pull her crimps lower on her FORE
head, and wear a dotted veil, so as to
look, if possible, several years older.
Miss Bertram kept select school for
young ladies. So the silver doorplate
announced at the entranceof her rather
aristocratic mansion. Fanny went there
as day scholar, ,and, as all girls do at one
time or another, got up violent school
girl friendship for new pupil, her senior
in years, and of greater experience in
worldly affairs. This girl, Flora Peter
son by name, was an orphan. She was
alone in the world, possessed a pretty
face, fortune, and turn for senti-
ment of the most romantic order. So
far as could be learned from her story,
her guardian had had his hands full,
and his heart too; and growing weary
of the endless foolish scrapes she was
always getting into, sent her, as he
thought, out OF harms way, to Miss
Bertram's select school in the little town
of B. There it was supposed she would
there being no Oil to feed the flame OF
her ambition-grow into an agreeable
and quiet young lady. But nature will
declare itself.
It was not long before she asserted
her old daring, and looked about her to
see what mischief she could do. In her
own euphonious language, she ''took to-
Fanny the moment she set eyes ON her,
and fattered her by declaring that she
was the image Of a beautiful and pOpu-
lar artistic, whom she had seen take the
part of Juliet. After meeting Fanny,
therefore, she was on the watch for a
Irritation, either for herself or for her
friend.
DO you know, dear, your eyes are
perfectly superb?" she whispered to
Fanny one day, as they were taking a
walk with the rest of their class, follow
ing their French teacher. 81 hardly
ever saw such magnificent, star-like
orbs, and so, dare say, thought that
handsome young man on the Lyceum
steps. Did you notice how he stared as
we passedp''
"No, indeed; did hep'' asked simple
Fanny, blushing at the pleasant thought
that she was admired, and looking back
over her shoulder. Her papa had alway.
called her alright Eyes," but no one
else had ever seemed to notice them.
s.Of course he did. Who blames
him?" returned Flo. "And just see, he
is looking this way still Now he takes
out his handkerchief for Irritation. O,
Fan, take yours quick-draw it across
your lps!'
Very thoughtlessly and awkwardly, il
must be confessed, Fanny obeyed, feel
ing triAe ashamed as she met Miss
Frere's eyeglasses turned suddenly
upon her.
"vat is re matter, Mees Fanny?'' the
latter demanded, in her quick, sharp
tones.
"She's got the toothache," !" promptly
responded Flo Peterson, at no loss fol
q reply. She was quite accustomed te
equivocate. Fanny looked shocked,
but, overawed by her friends superior
manner, kept her handkerchief up te
her face while to make the lie look
plausible.
30, I hope you noticed him, Fanny
He is superb. I wish I knew who be
is. Did you see him lift his hat when
You turned-so gracefully" continued
Flo, in a whisper, as mademoiselle,
quite satisfied, walked on.
"He looks like gentleman" said
Fanny. 81 shouldn't wonder if my
brothers knew him. I'll ask them when
I get home.''
ssThen you'll do foolish thing.
You must never whisper word about
him, Fan, or all the delightful romance
will be lost. No, no, keep your secret
IN wager you box of caramels he is
struck with your face and figure Marx
my words, if he don't find out where
you live and write you a note before
many aays!"
ssI'd like to see him dare write te
met" said Fanny, Indignantly; ssa per
feet stranger!" and Fanny's eyes snap
ped, fattered though she was.
"Love will dare any thing, my little
novice. All, if you knew my expert
ence! I'll tell you sometime. NJ
doubt you think me very happy" anG
she gave dubious sigh. Eyes, lovt
laughs at locksmiths. Look at pudgy
little Miss Frere. I wonder if ever tkt
poor soul had . lover? She is tryine
to listen with all her little ears. Yes
Fanny, my dear, when you have ha6
sorrow, deep, deep sorrow-mercy OF
US, Fan, you stepped right into tha
puddle and spattered my skirt! Well
never mind; as was saying, you vii
find that you have made an impression
and I'm sure he'll write. Won't il b,
fun to read his letterp Promise me yol
won't say any thing about it at home
or to the boys, and we'll just have |
lovely time s.