The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1879-05-15
you any thing when you clasp your
hands and look at me with tears in your

you any thing when you clasp your
hands and look at me with tears in your
eyes. y sg7Ho3 91sj tfss ,5atst3 Jfasl .
f".Oh. Captain sobbed the sorrow
ing mother, ''there are very few people
in the world like you-eer.y few. You
are one in Q thousand-yes,, foes thou
sand. But never had a chance to ap-
peal to them personally. Twas very Ill
when-when, they took my darling
away; and letters, with no matter how
much feeling we write them, are SO
cold.'''., ..s. .ettf~s ya=a..s ,.s.tt asaf..
"Why don't you try personally
thenps asked the Captain, swinging her
dainty, parasol about, to the, imminent
danger of the delicately carved handle.
I1hShe blushed, cast down her yellow
brown eyes, raised them again., looked
him in the face like child resolved TO.
tell the truth, however painful it mayib be,
and said. g ! have no money wherewith
to pay my passage to England. Under
stand me, Iwould willingly, most will
ingly, be a steerage passenger, Q stew
ardess, any thing-.any thing to bring
me nearer my child But coming TO
them save as beftted the. wife of their
son and brother, my husbands proud
family would certainly disown me, and
| should be alone ina strange land more
heart sick than ever.''
s.Well, if the want OF moneys all,n
cried her honest lover, "that's easily
settled. I'll give you the, money to go
in bang-up style. md" s@a ss7'
But here he stopped in anazement,
for Mrs. Montgomery Montague had
risen from her seat and drawn her srnaH
figure to it's fullest height astSir,9 do
not insult me" she said, with trembling
lips. Ss'a . ~ 7'sa ''sa ''ao R1''sf7
-..sInsult you!''s cried the Captain,
springing to his feet insult you, my
dear little woman! Il never dreamed Of
sucha thing:''g asisgs5!easI Vi taemi3
]" But you offered me-money,n' she
stammered. YssA
10 And I was about Offering you my
hand aud ,heart-that's the way they put
| it in the love stories, don't they? Win
you marry me, Llian? and then, if you
choose, we'Il 60 together for the boy.n'
:" Generous man - said the widow, a
tear stealing down her pretty cheek.
6 But don't you see''-and a. smile sue
ceeded the tears that thltwould never
doPi could never plead for my child
as the wife of Captain Hottop. It must
be as the widow OF Montgomery Mon
tagne. nsg,qmq qissl aad1 Eaa y4AIaTi
Blessed. if you, amt, right!''. ex-
claimed the Captain, looking at her adj
miringly.g .sWell, promise to- marry me
when you return. DO, Lillian. No one
could love you better than I.''"'
I'd" When { return?'' ~ s45esls zat% ~
eyes, for surely my promised wife
can accept part OF the fortune that will
be all hers when she is really my wife,
without any body Darn it.! nobody
need know. Wilf you, LilianP''
es"I will, - she said.s silsoy Sssa5 ;staf
"Will what, my sprecious2" be asked,
smiling. !.
.aEvery thing,'s'she answered; and
turned and fed like q bashful girl, after
he had clasped her in his arms and given
her q kiss in true sailor fashion. Elassl Z
And by the very next steamer Mrs
Montgomery Montague started for Eng.
land, with q valuable solitaire diamond
engagement ring glittering on her pretty
hand, a check for five hundred dollars
IN her silver portemonnaie, and many
useful. and ornamental farewell gifts
from the ladies of the Spooner house
hold. The ladies felt all their old in.
terests in her revive, now that she had
gone away indeed, as Mrs. Dusenberry
informed the 80-year. old grandfather o.
the youth who famed her on The after.
noon of Mrs. Montague's arrival. "Sht
!, was much too lovely, and made me quite
, jealous of you, you false MANI SD }
And Miss, Isabella Spooner. hung tht
i picture of young Montgomery ''tha'
babelet fair, "'in the parlor, and wreath
, ed it with daisies. % :" Heaven grant Ithal
we may see the darling himself soon!'
she said, with pious emphasis. shR FL
!, But they never did. For, o couple o.
weeks after the widows departure, Wei
lington sOctoper burst in among then
], all as they were playing croquet on. ths
lawn, scattering the. balls in every di
II rection.s q e37eJ .tsso II .@53ss ~
"Sold, by gracious! 7 shouted he. III
"Whatp" asked Miss Spooner, drop
, ping her mallet. lsiitiat#fas tssti 10 N
9 "A million tierces Of lard and twic'
/ as many pigs, I suppose murmuret
j Mrs. Dusenberry, leaning in an 'urcon
! scious manner against the shoulder o
, her partner. ... -. ]. nj
8 I" She's fraud! Yes-s," continue,
/ the pork-merchant. ~
4 "Who p" they all cried this time.
q !" The, widow, Mrs. Montgomer
Montagne, that is, Mrs. Maria J. Thomp
J son. Yes-s." 80 ss.g,t ,a.5s zs.
Il =" Maria J.-Jane, / suppose. \
ssceet name, J" said Mrs. Dusenberry. :
} GA fraud, sir! What do you mean
t sir-what doyoumeanea' beloved Cap
: tain. Hottop, as though through speah
> ing trumpet, alflush overspreading hi
! weather-beate face.
4 "Just what I say, Captain. Yes-s,
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