The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1879-05-15
W. H. sCANLAND,, Proprietor
"Well, they didn't exactly tear him

swell, they didn't exactly tear him
away" explained his niece. ,e 4.tf7
That's the poetieal way of putting
i" "interpolated Mrs. ,Dusenberry.
But she was left almost destitute, y
Miss Spooner went on, "and she's a
delicate little thing, and--'' $50 +.
ii Circumstances were too many for
her," suggested the pork-merchant. /,
"Just so," assented his hostess.
But, most fortunately, she possesses
the gift of song; and with what her
writings bring her in, and the presents
which are showered on her wherever
she goes-she is such favorite- she
manages to get along. / met her al
Mrs. Bluelght's party last winter, and
we took such q fancy to each other right
off, and she told me her story in the
conservatory. Young Chandler, was
there, too, but she didn't see him; he
was at the other end of the room, be.
hind some tall plants-he was very at.
tentive to her afterward, and gave hel
a pearl bracelet on her birthday-and ]
cried till my nose looked like a." at
"Cherry," suggested Mrs. Dusenber
~. Adding, in . sprightly manner
sCaptain, if you desert. me for this en-
chantress, I'll never forgive you," t
the great astonishment' of the honest
Captain, who had not exchanged three
sentences with the lady, and indeed had
never seen her until this very July af
ternOOn. q ae s. a1se - ga Mrss5 So
"Well," said Mrs. Spooner, changing
a ring from the forefnger of her .righ
hand to the fore6nger Of her left, 1--WE
must all be very kind to her. Z sympa
thize with her with all my heart about
her child. L know how l d feel if I los
you Isabella. y fs8&sa3s s - .gT95
3" My .babelet sweet!' ,, murmure6
Mrs. Dusenberry, fixing her peculiar
eyes on her friend, on which the gawkJ
youth at her side dropped the fan, ,ant
burst into loud guffaw
"Hush!", cried Miss Isabella. "Hert
she is" .aftsbsssSass FFass FsaSls1
And up the garden walk tripped {
slight girlish-looking woman, dressed
in blue gray silk, with a Gainsbor
ough hat, from which fioated a Ions
black ostrich plume, coquettishly set OF
the back of her head. Her pale yellow
hair hung in babyish ct1rls about he
snow-white brow, and she raised d pail
of lovely yellow brown ey este the groul
on the veraDda.a ss4S.sTfrgss4 4<EF.gsfffsss
Miss Spooner, with astonishing g quick
ness, considering how stout she was
ran down the steps and caught he
friend in he r arms. ssYou. darling I" sh,
said, with enthusiasm, Z" we have Jus
been reading your sweet, sweet poem
/ "a Mothers VAIL Welcome to tn,
| homestead!"f Is4s l& sta 4sj.s 81
."How beautiful il is - said the littl,
WOMAN clasping her. dainty. kiddet
hands, and speaking, in, clear voic
perfectly audible to the listeners aboy
as she turned toward the river. Tha
glimpse of the water! the grand oil
trees the fragrance of the air and"
raising her beautiful eyes" the glori
Gus sky with catch in her breath
!" so like the eyes of my lost, my darlinl
boy!" ;} l.s.otsjs >~.asaa
In less than a.Week. every man in tina
house was more or less in love wit
Mrs. Montgomery Montague The CAP
tain, the pork chant, the old clerks
and the young clerks. 's'.,z' 80 -
And the wonnau-weH, the wome
dida't like her as we'll as they did be
fore she came. Il iis8* f9s5 has .zsas
"She's pretty enough and clevs
enough" said Mrs. Dusenberry, 'sbut
for one am getting tired of her blue
eyed boy. As / said in a letter of min
to distinguished literary gentleman
Immediately upon reading it he enroll
ed himself among my band OF admire1
-sT have lost children, lost them in th
grave, but / never bring my shadows
cloud the sunshine of my friends
And, to do her justice, she never die
On the contrary, SO uncommoniy we
did she. bear her bereavements that. on
could scarcely believe she had ever bee
bereaved. .t.s. IA.
| But to go back to the pretty poet
lovers. Captain Hottop was the mos
devoted of them all. He had never bee
in. loye before, and love, like scarlt
fever, is a most serious complaint whe
contracted late in life.1 He followe
Mrs. Montague around like faithful
loving slave, carrying heavy shawl I
spread on the grass when. she. chose I
sit beneath the trees, and large un
brella to shield her from the sun whe
it was her pleasure to ramble along Il
road. He named his-sail- Lila
after her, bought "a pony and phaeto
, and placed them at her service, iswun
her for hours in the hammock whic
hung in the orchard, and listened wit
patient, heartfelt sympathy to her ,lopi
J ings for her blue-eyed boy. 81 F.f.[.
?" Blessed if it amt too bad!" said /
one day {they were sitting beneath Il
! catalpa-trses) as the little widow pres
J, ed her lace handkerchief to her eyes
dry the tears that sprung to them ju
after she had remarked that the twitte
/ ing of the dear little birds was so like
: baby's voice" darned if it aim
!, Couldn't you git him away from the
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