The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1879-07-03
DO AS YOU'RE BID.

DO AS YOU'RE BID.
"Mind a manu-
The words were uttered in tone of
splendid scorn; but an unseen auditor
round the corner of the piazza only
smiled; and yet he was man.
"But Doll, you will have to mind your
husband" responded a gentle, drawl
ing, exasperating voice.
"Shall I?'' returned the clear and
spirited note of the first speaker. He
has not appeared on the stage yet, Grace
When he does, it seems to me, will be
time enough to contemplate submits
sion."
The gentleman on the piazza smiled
again, but he rose quietly and walked
away; he did rot like to be listener,
however involuntarily, for he was a gem
tleman. He did not altogether escape
that presence, however. by his own alb
sence. He carried with him vivid pic
ture of the tall, slight figure, graceful as
deer; the dark, tender eyes, that could
be full of lightning; the proud, deli
cate, sensitive face; the abundant
brown hair, shot with red rays, like a
ripe chestnut skin. He had studied this
portrait many days, for he had known
Dorothea Schenck as q child; and,
though for years they had not met, this
summer they were together at a quiet
little tavern in the hills of Vermont, Mr.
Horton for rest from year of hard
work in city parish, Dora to be with
her invalid mother, who could not bear
her usual round of Newport and Sara
toga.
Dorothea Schenck was spoiled child.
The idea of obedience was as distasteful
to her as bit and bride to a wild horse.
Her outbreak this morning was excited
by some careless gossip of Grace Ham
lltcn's-a girl of her own age, who had
come with them to Adds, partly be-
cause Dora had coaxed hsr, partly be-.
cause it was cheap; and Grace was not
too rich.
The subject of their discourse had
been the sufferings, publicly paraded, Of
a certain little lady known to this par
ty, who had been very-and, indeed,
observation-disclosures, and brought her
husband to the brink of failure; SO near
that she had been compelled to accept a
sudden and severe retrenchment.
Grace's aunt, who was also staying at
the Saltash House, had blamed Mrs
Blake severely, and Dora had not OBJ.
Jected till Grace affirmed that she did
not at all sympathize with Mrs. Blake.
as her husband had been very open with
her In regard to his business affairs, and
mad long since told her she must give
up certain habits of lavish expense, or
expect him to fail-a fact which the nat
ural levity and folly of the woman's ma
ture led her to treat as threat; and so
the end came.
land I'm not sorry for her: she
ought TO have minded him!" Grace said.
A woman's natural duty is obedience:
she ought to have known that it is our
destiny to yield to our superiors. -
whined Miss Hamilton; and this. which
seemed to Dora speculative cant, had
brought out her sharp exclamation. She
herseif was utterly undisciplined; a
olind Indulgence had set her adrift in
hfo without an idea of duty, and she had
yet to learn any law but her own will.
or any restraint but her own caprices'
foor. child life is the stsrnest of teach
ers, even with all the preparation that
can be made for its encounter. and a
merclless pedagogue to the willful and
ignorant. MIR. Horton was bewitched
with Dora against his Judgment: her
1resh. piquant grace, her beauty, her
very lnsurgent way of action and speech.
captivated him; he knew with painful
ciearness that she was as unfit for a
minister's wife as woman could he
put ne knew also that without her his
lie would lose its SAVIOR, and become
routine of the dulIest order. perhans
misery, though conscience warned him
not to be so weak as this, while his work
remained yet to be done.
The next day there was to be that RI.
sort OF country boarders in lack of all
other amusement, picnic to Glen Falls,
: wlld ravlne in the heart of the hills
through which a rapid brook tore its
way, piunging from one precipice to an
'eher, at no one spot to be seen in full
beauty, but reserving its GOV surprises
or those who had skill and strength to
limb upward to its source clear
mountain pond that slept amid dark
woods, fed by hidden springs. The dav ,
vas warm, yet fresh with the wonderful :
feshness of mountain air; and when
ne long wagon of Saltash House ar. G
wed at the foot of the ravine, all the '
ounger members of the party were t
unanimous IN their resolve to climb to e
lear Pond, while the older ladies, and d
re white haired bachelor who cared C
tic for scenery and much for his ease, O