The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1878-08-29

6 had hoped she would have re-
sembled her father, /" thought Amy, des-
pairingly. "I like Mr.. Rainor. But
this child is Mrs. Edgeley in miniature.
What shall do with herp''
Little Miss Martha, clinging devoutly
to her father, received her new govern
ess as she would have received the gift
of some wild and unknown animal,
whose claws or talons or teeth it were
well to beware of.
Mr.. Rainor, glancing at his watch,
found that he was too late to go through
the rooms and look over school-books,
as he had intended, but he said kindly,
as with Martha's fond assistance he was
putting on his overcoat to &c down
town, 6 You will examine the ground
to-day, Mics Jennings. Matte will as
sist you. There will probably be some
things that you viii want. Perhaps you
had better make out a list, and give it
to me this evening"
This evening! Would it ever Gomez
Had it really come at last after "the
longest, longest, longest day !" that Amy
ever spentp She made this mental diary
of the small eternity:
ssAfter breakfast Mr.. Rainor went,
and with him every bit of sunshine out
of the gloomy house. And even his
sunshine is all in his voice. His face is
grave enough and his hair is gray. He
is older than my brother, I think, and
must have been nice years ago when he
was young. He is nice aoso, for he has
kind heart.
"Then we went to the sehool-room-
oh, what dreary place! and after
ward to my bedroom, and to Martha's
bedroom; no better. What is the mat
ter with this dull housep And then we
went to the kitchen and ordered dinner.
The cook stared at me as if were a
rara avis. But she was very respectful,
and we ordered an excellent dinner,
Martha Miss Martha, mean--refer-
ring with much dignity to me.
Then we took walk in the park.
I never saw such queer child as Mar,
tina Rainor. She bowed to the children
who are all neighbors, and some oi
them her own age-in the style of Louis
Fourteenth. Really, she is too. old fol
any thing. Oh, if she could only have
been one of those pettable children---s
dear little sort of alive doll with faxeT
hair and blue eyes how could hayt
fondled her and taught her delightfully."-
But actually she frightens me
she makes me feel like Daniel in the
lions den. A girl IF IL? think she i.
q woman of 80 in disguise. Oh dear!
am afraid / can not love her, and with
out love am nothing. must love her
Yes, and | do, for, poor little girl, she i
motherless.
1--WE went home and had luncheon
a very nice lunch. The cook came W
stairs and stood in the passageway t.
ask again about dessert, but thinl
i Just to stare at me. Not in a fiery
way, however. Then we went to ths
school-roorn and looked over ever,
thing g-books, maps, and, oh, sucl
dreary drawing-books! And then to tn
i parlor, and tried the piano. 1t is a
old as Methuselah, and cracked execra
bly,. Then Martha said she had head
ache, and would go to her own room
4 and lie down. 8 / suffer with nervou
headaches, said she. / suppose tn
day has been rather exciting to me.
Ninety-nine disguised as eleven!
i "Then / made out my list for MI
! Rainor.
"a happy thought struck me.
will 90 home and see about some pack
! ing, as my luggage is to be sent owe
tonight; and so can manage to mis-
the dinner, which is an ordeal | mnt
have another day to summon courag
for. will leave word that shall din
at home. First, / will take cup of te
j to Martha in one of those pretty harh
quin cups that saw in the back parlol
1 wonder how any thing so colorfl
j came there!' So did and, strange
] say, the antique child thanked me lik
! q grandmother. She sat up in her be
admiring the cup, which was birthda
present from her father U like M
Rainor), and, slipping few drops frol
t the spoon-she did not drink much
: said, How thoughtful Of You, Miss Jel
ningsi believe tea is good for hea'
I aches. You must have some too, f
: you may be tired And she SCENE
! quite sorry that ! was to be away at di
I ner.
: . Then went home and packed n
! things, and had real time with Mat
d da. Oh, how can Dick think she is ,
! angelo Well, perhaps some day son
? man will think I'm an angel. I su
s pose that is what men are made for.
: only hope that / will be q little near
g the estimate than Matilda. shou
: despise to be worshiped II had to
y Ideceitful. -
j, Nine o'clock at evening. Mr.. Rain
g seated at his reading-table in the ibl
ry, book in hand. Enter Amy timidl
g but with secret bravery, result of t
i flying visit back to misery.
IS Miss Martha has retired, becar
her head still troubles her. I had !