The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1879-09-11
HI the Year Round
THREE PAIRS.
" | simply hate it,

Silipit i'tC IT,
Some men are angels. 1t is a popular
theory that many women are; but it is
not very often that you hear this fact
affirmed of man. However, Miles
Chester had always had the reputation
of having the heavenliest temper in the
world, which ranked him with angelic
vistants, | conclude. He needed this
heavenly temper now, for he was sorely
tried
He had married spoiled beauty 1t
had been understood when they were
married that they were to live in a wood
en- city on the confines of Minnesota and
Wisconsin, where Miles had already es-
tablished fair practice in law. Miles
had been honest about it. He had not
exaggerated the advantages of this place
of residence. He had told Belle dis
tinctly that they would have winter for
eight months of the year, and high winds
during much of the other four. He knew
that the difference in climate and the
difference in culture of the people they
would live among would make this
very strong contrast to Bellies Southern
home. But Belle had agreed to run the
risk. She loved Miles, and she had
made up her mind to marry him, and
she had a strong conviction that he
would manage to make things tolerable
wherever they might happen to live.
But, after all, Miles could not control
the weather, and the cold of her first
winter in Belleplaine froze poor Belle to
the very heart. BY the time summer
came she was too discontinued and
homesick to enjoy the bright breezy
days; she rallied against the absence of
fruit blossoms. of roses, of a hundred
things that had glatdened her through
the Virginia Junes and Julys. And
with the first nipping days and nights
her courage gave way entirely. She
implored Miles to 90 back home with
her. She would be willing to live on Il
crust in Virginia. What did it matter
whether he succeeded or not, made
money or not, if they had to live out
here? Finally, she concluded, as | be-
gan, by saying, g / simply hate it,
1t was not a case for argument No
amount of argument could persuade
Belle that she was comfortable when she
knew that she was not. 1t simply irri-
tated her to be talked to about the gem
eral healthiness of the State. She did
not care about being healthy. All she
wanted was to be warm. Miles desist-
ed. 1t was not his way to push point.
But as to changing his home he was OBJ
durate. Too much was at stake. He
had been hard at work in Belleplaine for
ten years. 1t was an injustice to HIM
self, and, after all, to Belle too, to ask
nm to throw away ten years of steady
work. No. He would temporize He
suggested to Belle that she should 90
nome for the winter; in fact, it might
be good plan for her to spend the win
tiers always at home, until she became
acclimated
And the summers, too" Belle re-
sponded to this. Zone season is as
bad as another in this dreadful place.
Yes, l will 90. The Reeds are going
East next month. They will take care
of me-
Miles literally had not the money to
take the long, expensive journey back
and forth himself. So Belle was put UNI
der the protection of her friends, and i'm
due time reached Loudon County safely.
Thence she wrote briefly to Miles. She
was well. Papa and mamma were de-
liShted to have her. She hoped Miles
was comfortable.
She had fancied it would be easy work
taking up the thread of life where she
had dropped it at the time of her mar
rage But it was not. She was a mar
red woman now, and the young men of
the nelghborhood no longer devoted
themselves to enlivening her country
home. The girls, too, were more shy
OF her than they used to be. They had
Their own interests now; Belle was sup
posed to have hers. Conversation some
how Ragged when they met. Belle had
never cared for books before this. She
became quite reader now. She work
Ell IN her garden. She rode about the
farm on horseback; never off the farm
unattended, however, so that her wan
derlngS were somewhat circumseribed
Tn one OF these rides she was over
taken by thunderstorm. She was two
good miles from home; she had on n
hat with feather in it which she did
not wish to spoil. She looked about her.
Across the field, on the edge of a wood,
was cabin. She would wait there till
the rain was over.
She was greeted by family as black
us the ace of spades mother, one son of
IL, two younger daughters. Belle slip
ped OF her horse, and asked the boy to
tie him III the wood. There was no
other shelter for him. The boy rode him
away, grinning, Then Belle turned 10