The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1877-11-01

ing his evening pipe. Miss Betty stoop-
ed over the sick woman, and said, g
have brought you some ice, dear Fiine.' y
"Ah, my angel! my angel of light!ns
said Fifine, 5. thou hast. of hearts the
most merciful but, alas! / can not
have the ice. am too cold already, my.
little one. There is cold hand at my
heart. No, no; i can not have, the
,ice'' $. ....E. e.f.4s..,s.
Every well, Fifne,'' said Miss Betty,
putting down the kettle which had dsbeens
such a nuisance to her, ssyou shall
not be troubled with the ice; but here is
some jelly.''''. gre II v3 Ht
"Ah, my blessed one!" cried Fifne,
'sthou art like saint from Heaven; but
talk not to, me of jelly, They have given.
me Of jelly many years ago, after some
bitter medicine, and / have since that
time no hunger for jelly. All, my rose
of the wildwoods it makes me sick to
think of it. - s8' sssssa s57s@'
"Then do not think of it, Fifine, -,
said Miss. Betty, putting aside the jar,
that had grown heavier and heavier at
every step of the journey. +" But these
dreadful mosquitoes, they are devour-
ing YOU = Atts'sT
s "Ah, yes, my adored one, they are.
demons without mercy; they have drawn
all the blood from my body, and their
dreadful song is madness to my'brain..
But rest tranquil; death will soon put
an end to my misery III ,fH@tf 3Es
). But see here, my poor Fifne, = cried
Miss Betty. exultingly unrolling her
precious net; "now you can sleep in
peace. We will spread this oyer you,
George and /, and not one of the mon.
sters can reach you, See, my poor FL
fine, we will draw this over you--so;'''.
and suiting the action to the word, Miss
Betty pulled the. net over the high post
aof the bedstead, when suddenly a ter
rife look upon the sick woman's face
stayed her hands, and she cried out TO
Fitine, in ldisnay, tsDon,t you want the
net over you, Fifine2nigs.s tg9g adt
",Ah, life of my life - said Fifne, =" it
lis sad, it is terrible! | know not how
ito deny thee, after all thou hast done
for. me; but, oh, my; little one, / can not
have it over me- 4 have tried, for thy
dear sake, to bear, it. +, I told myself that
/ L would say no word against it-at least
stilh tl1on vert gone, when George Could
pull it awaya7but can not even for one
little moment All, my angel, wait until
am dead, and then they can drawoyer
me the pail, and put candles, at my head
and feet, and do with me what they will !;
but while I am yet alive Ican not be
treated like "a dead body" 1ae
Miss Betty said no further word of
fyr cfr Int Jof r ho
miserable fiimsy thing fall out of her
hands upon the floor; and having
smoothed Fifne's pillow, and held some
milk to. her lips, and promised to- come
again in the morning, Miss Betty took
the woodland road home again.
II Tt was now quite dark, and big shad-
ows seemed to threaten every step Of her
way. Her heart was heavy within her,
and her poor little feet seemed scarcely
| able to carry even her light weight
along. What a wretched, abortive at
tempt had been hers to alleviate the
misery of poor Fiine! 1T was as the
beautiful widow had said, she had had
her labor for her pains the beautiful,
| mocking widow, who was no doubt rid
ing home through the cleaning with
the Rev. Reginald Roake.l iss z
= At that. very moment Miss Betty
| heard the tramping of hoofs behind her,
| and stopped aside to let the ight-l -limbed
pony of the widow pass by. The basket
sides of the pheton were filled with
wild flowers, and the white hands of
1.-THE minister held a bunch of shy, sweet
| forget-rne- -nots as blue as Miss Betty $
eyes. eli 9isw Gas ~
9TThe widow drew up her pony, and
.bade Mise Betty get in by rFside, lest
| the ,hobgoblins Of the wood should de-
Your her; but the young girl stoutly re-
fused, nor would she be .coaxedr from
4 her decision 10 ass3 sts# s
gttsIsam not afraid of hobgebiins, y she
| said, thinking in her heart there could
be none so greedy and rapacious as the
beautiful widow herself.
-sts Now what is to be done with this
obstinate child ~ said the widow. The
minister had long since leaped 'front.'
wagon and approached Miss Betty; but
she turned her back upon him, perhaps
Fto Hide the tears Of wretchedness which
/ were falling out of her eyes,.
III e Pick her up and put her in here by
] me, = said the widow 81 am myself q
little afraid Of the satyrs Of the wood.
Come, child, do not be goose and get
Jealous of your grandmothsr. THE gsn-
tleman there has gsheredapfettg nose.
gay of forgetrme-n for yon that were
left oyer from spring. We have beep
booking for you far and wide, and he
has done nothing but talk to me Of his
love for youth / am sick Of the refrain
Betty turned swift, melting glanct
behind her In a twinkling the minis
ter had lifted her to the widows side
/ and forgotto. take his arm away: