The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1877-10-25
tones, soaring above them, seemed sing
ing the dirge of hope: a ili# 1.l4.Er n

| An, Dlru, whose southward warnings start
The one may fall, the other fly, e.,
Why may not I?-why may not 1? Z!
Then slower, fainter, sadder, the voice
faltered to the close, laden with regret
too deep for wordsa .5Sif y 9aGG"
| Times hollow hand has room for all
The beauty of the world to fall q 4.l4ftG +
| Within; give my little part, E
| With aching heart-with aching 1eartl +
"Upon my word,''' said. Miss Flem-
ing, looking around the circle of as
tonlshed faces. as the last nete died
| away, Miss Cuthbert seems to be the
sensation of the evening!"sl e t}51sft7 +
BY Jove!''' exclaimed an exquisite
beside her, remembering to raise fan
he had dropped five minutes before,
"you may well say that, She'd make
sensation anywhere!'' ''5s5i'' - {
The singer was, surrounded, and
eagerly complimented.
"What is that song?" one after an
other inquired. .....o .o.F
"Only a little poem called s'Wom-
ans Birthday" "liH .noi1&fz fmmI
"Surely you don't mean to stop. Sing
something else.' F" sos" -''s sl5'e'ge
But Carl Kenneth, at her side,s said,
imperatively, "Come out into the air;
you look really i'll. Pray don't ask any
thing farther of Miss Cuthbert, ! he said
to the others. "She has given me me m my
song; that is enough.'' a1fw e1nlrs
Only too glad to get away from the
crowd and the lights, the governess ac-
cepted his offered arm. LII enough she
felt, indeed, as they paced down the
garden path in the waning moonlight.
All her excitement had passed into In
tense languor-a weariness so great
that she was glad to sink down ona
garden seat at the end of the walk.
Butiremembering her resolution Of the
afternoon, she half rose as her compaa=
ION threw himself on the grass at her
feet. 4 Fl a-f4,t7 tstD Il SIS 9H1|
Il ought to 60 in. / forgot that Mrs.
Fleming sent for me to play Bertha's
accompaniment sataJ UHg fIgf{ II
"Ah, no; don't go back among all
those people. Stay here in the moon
light, and let me talk to you,1'org lIeI
Another wave of the .self-scOrn which
had humiliated the governess that after
noon seconded his entreaty., .ss5Why,',,r
Amy Cuthbert said to herself" why
should she not sit down and talk totMr.
Kenneth as any friend or acquaintance
would dOP Why need sheAbe SO FOOL
lsh-she who had hurried romance for
everP'' +. e. s.,y.,eod feag.1 Il Il
g shall be glad to have you talk, to-
me-; and tell me about that last picture
you were SO much interested in, she
.Fed1 3Ff9 01 - ISt d
6 have not touched it for weeks. aI1
am tired of attempts at art,'' and the |
young aristocrat moodily tossed his
heavy hair away from his brow. 81 be-
lleve | shall keep only one picture of all
those l have painted this SUMNER
''And what is that?'' she asked, un.
aas ,i - f.F.s
GA St. Cecilia.''
Amy Cuthbertf could not repress all
start at this unexpected reply. Neither.
could she at once find a fitting rejoinder.
She sat in silence, idly pulling to- pieces
. blossom of Virginia creeper, thankful
that shadows hid her face. 5iis1iJi<
"No, | will not keep that; picture
either" her companion continued, inn
petuously. 81 do not want to remem1
ber you with that cold, pure, rapt sex-
preston have depicted. will rather
paint you as Madonna-a happy, ra- ?
tiant, beautiful woman
''You flatter my face; it suits neither
Of those characters. rf,a 40H Il +
"How might paint you, thenP''
'As Elaine, perhaps, !" she answered, I
with sigh" if were young and beau
5iful enough - fr-.-.-,1Yr ..,p
"Elaine! No; if l painted YOU thus,
would paint Lancelot kneeling before
you, as the s.7&gsf;s1
Red cross knight forever kneeled 9GJtI
To lady, in his shield E.,.y,e,y ..l.1
And you, if Lancelot were kneeling be-
ore you, would you smile upon him?,'
Something in the voice, something in
he flushed face uplifted in the NOON i
ight, thrilled her strangely Why did
lr. Kenneth talk to her so? She forced II,
herself to answer, with half laugh,
81 could not be the lily maid Of AS i p
Olaf if | did not smile on Lancelot.''
But can not paint you, for have !.
arely seen you smile-have never once 4,
cen you look glad and care-free. And
'ours,' he added, in lower tones, Is is
he face of all in the world that I most !
wish to see happy and bright f..~
AhfoiuHooiIy tuc ItSUcucT SHdTScU at
he words, and a quick healt-thrill dis i,i
urbed the even answer.
Like most of the race, ! am neither
cry happy nor extremely miserable. -
But is not happiness possibleP iLet {
ne make you happy by the effort of my
vhole life. Miss Cuthbert, why will yof1 7:
lot understand mep want, to ,ten YOU
hat love you.''
The last leaf of the blossom she had 4
ulned fell on the grass. The hand that J
lad held it was prisoned in two others,
nd the rnaonlinht chcno or, tho On ,.x, 1,est