The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1877-04-12

make my DOW, anu saw Suo udu W.
posted brown willow basket on the
showcase and dropped black glazed
bag at her side. She wore a stringy
kind of shawl with fearfully long fringe,
and seemed to be afflicted with numb
palsy.
care you my nephew, Sam'wel?"
asked she. g. a. as
"My name is Samuel Haynes,
ma am
"I'm your fathers aunt, Loueezer
Haynes. ="
"I'm glad to see you, Aunt Louisa"
She looked at me sharply, as if was
making fun of her. Isuppose it is be-
cause the corners of my mouth turn up,
people are always suspecting me of
making fun of them.s wish those cor
ners would sink, and wonder they
don't. r..
"I'm your only living female rela-
tive on the fathers side, - said she.
My business experience with females
had been so imbittering, was glad to
learn she was the only one on the
fathers side. .zssHg ri.
GAS you've no mother, | feel it my
duty to help make home for you"
Instantly l remembered that Aunt
Louisa was worth seventy five thousand.
l think l learned that fact in early
years at the paternal knee, along with
who made me, and what State l lived
in. l know it always stood to my in
fantile consciousness in the relation Of
primary truth. My father, all his
life, courted poverty through the
medium of dry goods and groceries,
and went through bankruptcy as often
as the law would allow. During the
periodic seasons, before calling the
creditors and making an assignment,
he used to clasp his hands to his head
and calculate, 'sLouisa might help me
if she only would" ~ -
But Louisa wouldn't, or at least
didn't, and whatever may be thought
of her filial affection, mature observa-
tons on the oscillations in the molasses
and ginger market have convinced me
of the soundness of her judgment.
"I'm delighted to see you, Aunt
Louisa. I'll go right down to my
boarding-place with YOU"
Hence, with a brown willow basket
in one hand and a shiny leather bag in
the other, and my great-aunt trotting
behind-why under heaven she didn't
walk by my side I couldn't see-we
meandered down the street.
We met Evelina ANGELA Plimpton.
I was engaged to Evelina Angela. ]
had enjoyed that honor ever since one
July evening when there came up a
sudden thunder-shower, and she clasp
ed my arm and calculated she was $50
tina-id." An engagement was an an
nual episode with Evelina. When
solmenly asked Pa Plimpton's consent
he didn't remove his pipe from his
mouth, but just nodded and pursued
his previous train of thought. Evelina
smiled patronizingly upon me. Defer.
ence to the aged I knew she considered
beautiful.
My aunt didn't like my boarding
place, and wasn't pleased with my
boarding mistress. She thought we'd
better keep house, and | spent the mex
fortnight house hunting with her
The great desideratum seemed to be
the right kind of a "buttery;" one
would have supposed butter was to b,
the staff of life with US. We at las
found "buttery" on the northwes
corner, opening into both kitchen ant
dining-room, having The requisite mum
Der of cupboards, having shelves tina
admitted of being taken out in house
cleaning time, painted bewitchine
cream-color: and we engaged tina
buttery, regardless of cost or of thu
character of the neighbors.
| The next momentous step was to ge
my .aunt's "things" removed. Wer,
writing scientific essay on psyche
logical distinction of sex, I shoult
make one strong point the Tenacious
attachment OF the feminine mind t,
things" Ten thousand dollars il
stocks and bonds at stake in an unset
tied estate have been known to excit
less interest and create less jealous,
than the disposition Of an odd table
cloth. p rx,rE
My aunt was for some days in har
rowing state of INDIGESTION as to whethe
she had better have her things invoice,
as freight or to hire car. By virtu
of the handsome figures I learned t.
make at Commercial College, prove,
to her it would be cheapest to hire tn
car. l had to 60 to her former plac
of abode to see about getting the thing
en- route, and l had to "meet then
with carriage" at our depot. l fel
like collector of antiquities just get
ting an assortment over from Egypt
shall ever feel grateful to the small
boys of our village fol-. their self-re
straint on this tempting occasion.
don't recollect single opprobriou
epithet. They treated my loads wit
a respect to which nothing but boar
hairs could entitle them. -