The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1878-09-05

It's great step, auntie! Pm
afraid shan't be always gentle and al.
ways unselfish; but if I try every day to
do what he wishes, and ask God to help
me, and keep on trying, can't make
any great mistakes, can I, auntieP Can
I?" says she. ,s@...:4
Then Mr.. Hammerston came driving
up, and we went home.
Three days after she was married
I've been to many weddings, and I've
seen many sweet bride, but none
through and Through as good as my Julie.
/ After while-it might have been a
/ year or two-I noticed jules habit of
quoting and defending her husband, as
| if some one had accused him. Your
uncle, too, grew sober; but it was q sud-
| den blow to me when he one morning
said: ...,e 3..it a5F
Hammerston was carried home
again last night @ ts.W
"Ill?" asked I. s.s.ss 4
"No, he wasn't i'll, !" said he.
As soon as could Invent down to see
my darling. She was very much dress
ed, to look pretty when he came out of
his stupor, you see.
"Mr. Hammerston isn't. very well,,''
said she, "but think he'll be better
when he awakes. We've had an invita-
ton to Mr.. Gallandet's reception to-
morrow evening" Mr.. Gallandet, i is
| very fond Of John, you know
didn't dare breathe word of SYM
pathy to her. saas
Hammerston wasn't the man to weep
and promise amendment when he re-
covered. He was fault-fnding and ar
bitrary, and grew worse and worse.
Julie had read about the curative prop
critics of coffee, and she made coffee,
coffee, morning, noon and night, coffee
pot on the range between whiles.
She would talk to me and her minis
| ter about faith, and providences, and
answers to prayer, and seemed to think
we'd neither of us suspect she'd any
thing but speculative interest in the
subjects. ..-.- .si..si'.ss 49,, = s:asf :
Hammerston forbade her attending
church, and hid her Bible. Once when
he came up here without her, gave
him a talk, and when / spoke Of his
! own miserable eternity, he interrupted ::
{" expect to catch 1t for little while,
but shall grin and bear IL till it's over
with" .af. aa 6E
Blodgctt, the saloon-keeper, attempt
, led closing his mortgage on, the house,
| and your uncle bought it off and made
the deed to Julie, but she was weak,
, and Hammerston, badgered her into
j signing notes with him. HF
! I sent her wine that spring, thinking
maybe it would bring back color to her
cheeks, but one day when was there
} she laid her baby across her knee, and
| began smoothing down his dress. and
: fannels in nervous kind Of way, and
! 'says she: <.s.si II ss.sssi
i ssAuntie, I don't wish you to send me
! any more wine. It's such an unneces.
! sary expense, you know I'm getting
very strong see!" l.,.sf. Sss.la 81
8 / She held out the baby, and--dropped
I him. 4aitls'a<
After he had hushed crying she said
t stNext week I'm going to take him
r to the church-neeting to be baptized.
( want you to stop at Mrs. De LANES
i and ask her to send down his cap a
soon as it is finished. ''si''''. t'-' 81
! Harnrnerston passed through ths
Z room, and said he: Tsse.i + /. { l.s88
t "No, you aren't going to take him te
be baptized. don't have any sucl
!, fooIing over my children" s go
/ There were red spots in jules
@ cheeks, and she sat for some minutes
! looking steadily down at the baby, thel
V lips tightly closed, but when 4 was leav
: ing, she said: gesgsi ,aA + Il
v ,;,. Don't forget to call at Mrs. De
r. Laine's.''s 4sfss. ls.sYri,s ss9 isasa3 .ssl
t " You WON'T take him, viii you?'
: asked
aYes," said she, looking steadily a
e the baby, g shall take him.
r She did. It, was. tie, church. meet
i ing before the July communion
!, warm, still day, beautiful as the days ii
r Heaven, I reckon. The church parlo
r 4 was full, and the windows being open
4 the airidrifted;in upon us, soft and hol,
Q as if it was Gods own benedicton. se
When the child was called for, know
: ing jules timidity, I whispered, "Le
me 60 out with you.'' .gs aGI III
8 !" No." said she, the bright spot
] coming in her cheeks, mo, it isn't you
8 place. I shall take him ont alone--al
!, ! Then she united his cap LUST bit Q
: satin. and lace land she sm00thed ON
, of his curls over her forefnger, and car
ried him out my poor little thin-face
;. girl--and there were those red spots i
n her cheek, and her eyes burning, an,
herlips close-pressed! You could hea
b the bees humming in the locust bios
= SONS outside, and the air stirring tn
d leaves of the great Bible on the table
J but when the drops sort o. glistened an
r fell on the baby's forehead, there WASH
\, tbo fa;nfart r11efle ,,f silk in fhe roana
a You could see people wiping ava