The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1879-05-01
BELLEVUE, La, THURSDAY MAY /. 1879 @i

and at the death of his grand
father he would come in for fortune
. better match for her daughter, surely,
than Charley Abbott, poor bankers |
clerk, on thousand year.
There was one little circumstance of |
which Mrs. Dane was not aware-Mr.
Paul was not quite free himself. There
was a young lady in the city where he
lectures, who had word to
say on that subject. Mollie knew it,
however, for Paul had a strong, brother
ly friendship for his pretty cousin, and
for Charley Abbott, too; so they all
three took each other into confidence,
and Paul was the sworn ally of the
lovers.
Mollie was an obedient daughter in
general, but she had spice of her good
mammals will, and would not give up
Charley Abbott. Mrs. Dane would not
permit him to visit at the house, and
Mollie was too proud and kigh-minded
to appoint clandestine meetings; but
there were many occasions when they
met by chance, the usual way" and
there were walks in the open street, and
several times Charley bravely escorted
Mollie to her own door. Mrs. Dane
could not prevent this, except by keep
ing Mollie prisoner at home. That
she did not care to do. But one morn
ing, when, as she sat by the parlor win
dow, they came walking gayly up to-
gether, and parted at the gate, she could
stand it no longer. Pretty Mollie came
in, smiling and blushing, well knowing
lecture awaited her, and resolved to
have it over at once.
"Well, Miss!" began Mrs. Dane, sit
ting up very straight and severe, how
much longer is this to 60 on?"
els what to 90 on, mamma?n asks
Miss Mollie, the very picture of demure
innocence.
This disobedience, madam! This
running out into the street to meet that
that young man?"
"Well, mamma, you won't let him
come here"
"That is not an answer to my ques-
ton, Miss"
"Oh! well-not very long, 1 hope.
any longer"
"When he is my-acbat!n' ~ gasped
Mrs. Dane.
"Your son, mamma. He will be be-
fore many weeks"
| "You - you - Mary Dane! You
haven't, you surely haven't"
"Promised to marry Charley? Yes, ]
have, mamma. I mean to keep my
word, tool" Mollie turned and faced
her mother with the flashing eyes anC
firm-set lips which Mrs Dane knew thu
meaning of very well. Her own eye'
flashed back, as she answered, sternly
"Never! I'll see you buried first
Never. with my CONSENT"
"With it, hope, mamma. Charlie.
is coming to-day to ask you. But i
you won't give it, why, we shall b.
forced to marry without it, that's all.
Mrs. Dane rose to her feet. She wa
woman of few words and quick &C
ton. "He has the audacity to com
here for my consent, has he?"
eyes, mamma"
every well. IL can't talk upon tn
subject just now. l must 60 up-stair
and think awhile, before / can decid
what to do. l am overpowered wit
astonishment. Stay you here, an
when call you, come upstairs
eyes, mamma"
Mrs. Dane swept away, and Molll
waited anxiously to be called. In a yer
few mindtes her summons came, an
most unsuspiciously she ran up to he
mother in the third story.
She expected to be talked to, but
soon as she was safe inside the dool
Mrs. Dane shut it, locked it, took OF
the key, and put it in her pocket.
"There, now!" she said; 81 think
shall bring you to your senses! In tn
room you shall stay-you shall! neve
leave it until you promise to give tn
fellow up" -
"Tnen shall never leave it," r
. turned poor Mollie, very pale, but fir
and resolute.
!, "We'n see! fancy day or two
9 solitary confinement will bring you
Y your senses. An when your fine low
e comes, III show him the door, ar
J, that's all the answer he'll get. No
I'll leave you to your own reflections.
e Mrs. Dane let herself out, locked Il
e door on the outside, and went dow
n stairs, leaving poor Mollie complete
Q taken by surprise. But what could 81
dop She could not jump from tt
I, third-story window, nor struggle wi
K her mother for the door-key. Her ca
It appeared hopeless, for she had not ev'
IS any chance of communicating with h
,, lover, Mrs. Dane allowing no one
e come upstairs but herself.
l. By the end Of the second day, Mol
Ln i o,.sod o,,d froftod harSQk InfQ SII