The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1879-08-07

set another stitch for her as long as I
ive!''
Mrs. Drummond's thin lips compress
ed themselves into an unpleasant line
and her forehead puckered itself into a
fretful frown.
"You are such s. rash, hot-tempered
child, Daisy, and to think You have lost
such a good paying, steady place as
Miss Gypsum's, all through Kenneth!
I doubt if he's worth it,"
Poor Daisy! Her heart gave throb
of discouraged pain.
"Why, thought you liked Dick SO
well-I thought you knew l loved him
so dearly; and do you think l will stand
by and hear people talk about him-call
him mean, stingy, avaricious miser-
and not say word?'
Mrs. Drummond gave little sigh that
somehow made Daisy feel uncomforta-
bly, vexed.
swell, Daisy, suppose you know
your own business best, but other peo-
pie besides Miss Gypsum have noticed
how-well, how very economical Dick
is. On Christmas l really felt ashamed
to be obliged to say that he had made
you no present"
Bright tears were sparkling on the
girls lashes.
"Dick and / perfectly under
stand each other, and if l am salts
fed, can't see who else need worry
themselves about it! 1 didn't promise
to marry him for what he should give
mel"
"If you had I'm afraid you'd find
yourself mistaken. Are you going to
stay at home the rest of the day or go
ing to Mrs. King's?" asked her mother.
81 shall stay at home and make my
black cashmere" ....s.,.-s. -.-
And she was sitting in the sunny win
dow, busily sewing away, few min
utes before dinner, when her brother
came in, and flung himself on the
lounge.
"I've just left Kenneth, Daise. What
a mean stick he is! / asked him to
join our club and he refused Couldn' t
afford it, he said. Rich, amt it, moth
erP-only himself to support. Wish
you JOY of your luck, Daisy!"
1t was just the last straw on the cam
els back.
Daisy rushed out of the room, the hot
tears of vexation and Indignation on her
lashes. 4 .-.
"He's not stingy-he's not mean !!
He has his reasons; he is right in what
he does, and love him better than all
the world. Only
And the wistful shadow of that vague,
troubled "only'' was yet in her lovely
eyes when her lover came to her that
night, an unusual gayety in his manner,
and, it seemed to her, an unusual ten
derness.
"Shall you be busy tomorrow after
noon, Daisy?" he asked, as they stood
saying adieu. "Because, if you can
spare the time, 1 want you to take a
ride with me cut into the country little
way. You've never gone anywhere
with me yet, dear, because I could not
afford to take you. But tomorrow am
going to be little extravagant. Will
you be ready at o'clock"
A radiant light suddenly dispelled that
vague shadow that had been hiding in
her eyes all the evening.
"Oh, l am so glad! What lovely
treat it will be! Indeed I'll be ready"
She was thinking-loving foolish little
girl-that at last, at last Dick was 81
lencing gossiping tongues.
And he was thinking-well, he did
not tell her what; only when he took
her in his arms and kissed her good
night, it seemed to Daisy he had never
loved her so well.
The country was regally beautiful in
its fresh green robes when they drove
leisurely out from the noisy city streets
that next day, Daisy looking like a
blooming rose with her happy, flushing
face and shining dark eyes, and Dick so
proud of her sitting beside him.
1t was happy ride, only it seemed
impossible when Dick, taking out his
watch, said it was supper time.
"And lam hungry as hunter, Daisy.
This fresh, pure air is a capital tonic for
an inhabitant of the city. How would
you like to live in the country?"
Daisy laughed.
elbow wicked you are to tempt me
with such question! You know it has
always been the one dream of my life to
have home in the country, and when
when we-get rich, Dick, We'll have
it, wont wep"
She flushed in her sweet confession,
and Dick smiled in her eyes as he reined
in the pony at the roadside.
81 am going to get out here, Daisy,
and ask the good people of this place to
bestow bowl of milk on US benighted
travellers. Shall tie the horse or will
you hold herp"
Daisy preferred to hold her, and Dick
went in the low rustic gate, that Daisy
thought the very loveliest she had ever
seen. She watched Dick up the gravel
walk to the house. Such beautiful lit
tie Gothic cottage as it was, with bay
windows, where ruffied curtains flutter-
ed in the soft spring wind, where every
thing around was in such spotless order
and savored so of home. It was so
sweet, so restful to sit there in the flick
ering shade cast by tree, and when at
length Dick made his appearance she
had quite forgotten that it was milk they
wanted. There was curious gravity on
his face as he came up.
81 find the people here unusually
hospitable, Daisy. We are invited in to
rest and refresh ourselves. Come"