The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1876-06-22

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stand his parting words:
Tomorrow before you leave mus
see you. You will grant me private in
terview, will you not? l have somethinj
of intense importance, to myself, at least
to say to you. You will let me see you il
the garden? IL" q falter, look, ,
snatch at her hand, touch of his lip.
upon it.
Then the curtain should have dropped
Her rode away in his gig, and said to him
self: s5..
81 always was lucky fellow-to think
that Providence should have sent an heiress
to such place as this; apretty one, toor
When May entered the house surprise
awaited her Cousin Helen took her al
once to her bedroom, and there, behind
closed doors, repeated her husbands in.
formation.
You know you are so young and in
experienced" said she, "and fortune.
hunter is such dreadful creature"
Mays face flushed crimson
"Do you really think nobody could
love me for myse1fs" she asked in sud.
den fit of indignation.
Then common sense came to her aid.
She sat quiet for awhile, and then drew
near her cousin and whispered something
in her ear 1t was long whisper.
ut will prove him." she SAID aloud
"and you win help me?'
Cousin Helen promised, and May re-
tired to her own room, there to shed few
not unnatural tears.
Night passed-the morning came The
school house doors were set open for the
first time for. months. The committee was
to meet at eleven to examine the candi-
dates for the teachers positions.
Old Farmer Parsons walked over, also
Farmer Brown. The doctor was there,
and the lawyer, Mr.. Triphammer. Miss
Cynthia Alderny was seen walking to-
ward the door with defiant face. Miss
Baker followed with a scared one.
Marcus Moreland took his way in, and
just as all settled into their seats little
figure in buff linen. with q blue-ribboned
hat on its head, slipped into one of the
doors and stood among them.
Miss Dimplep' said the doctor, ad-
vancing with gallant air.
=" Yes. sir" said May, quietly. 81 un-
derstand you examine candidates to-day
I am fond OF teaching, and when one must
do something one seizes every chance,
you know. May be examineds'
Z" suppose you are jesting, Miss Dim
ple?" said the doctor.
"Not l." said May. 81 suppose you
have heard that foolish story about me.
Two or three hundred dollars may be a
very pleasant little sum to spend on a
summer vacation, but it doesn't make one
great heiress, you know"
Folks will talk" said Farmer Par
sons, with twinkle in his eye.
"a poor gal is as respectable as rich
one, long as she conducts proper. Set
you down, Miss Dimple."
The doctor retired to his seat, his face
pale and rigid. Marcus Moreland, on the
contrary, had flushed scarlet. ,
Mays two lovers were strange con-
trast at that moment. For her own part
she was quieter and sadder and more
womanly than usual.
She went through the examination
bravely, under the fire of Miss Cynthia's
indignant eyes and amid Miss Bakers de-
spondent sighs. Then she walked home
and waited, as she promised, in the gar
den. Would the doctor keep his engage
ment?
He did.
My dear Miss Dimple," !" said he, as he
advanced gayly, but not quite naturally,
" feared / should scarcely get here in
time to bid you good-by. I'm sorry the
committee think you too young for the
place. They've given it to Miss Cynthia.
Really, it would be very dull for you,
very. told you had something very
particular to say to you-didn't I? You
remember, Isee; didn't think you would.
| wanted to say that have really enjoyed
your little visit to this place so much.
Ladies' society is treat to poor old
bachelor doctor, who expects to be bach
el0r all his life, by the way. You know
what the society is here, Miss Dimple,
and you've quite frightened the summer
for me. I've had treat. So that's what
I wanted to tell you and bid you last
good by"
The man who had made such desperate
love to her the other day, who had defined
his intentions toward her in manner that
no girl could misunderstood, had slipped
she could match him in GOODNESS, girl as
she was.
They shook hands.
Adleu," said the doctor, with the true
partisan accent and jumped into his gig,
thanking Heaven that he had escaped max
ing an offer to poor girl.
The heiress stood by the gate where he
had left her, thanking Heaven much more
devoutly for her escape. Yet shall not
say she was happy. Itwas not in nature
for she had thought this man her true,
earnest lover. The first bitter thought
that had ever troubled her young heart
filled it now; her first glimpse of real life
was taken. As she stood there she began
to doubt whether there was such thing
as true love.
A tear or two fell: she Mined them AWAY