The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1880-03-11

"Then, enlighten me. Tell me the
story"
s'Story! 1t is queer story. Almost
too sad to call by such a name! She
was the doctors wife, a sweet pretty
woman as ever 1 saw, fifteen years ago,
with fair, handsome boy, that she was
that proud on, that it would have done
you good but to see the two together.
He, the doctor himself, was bit cross
grained-leastways SO I've heard say
and all the more reason why the mother
and son should think so much of one
another.
"The father did not over-like it; still,
he was open-handed with the young
man, educated him finely; sending him
to school and college, until it was easy
seeing that the boy, who was fne-look-
ing enough, was beginning to think no
small things of himself. IT'S said he
even lifted his eyes to one of Squire
Churchills daughters-leastways, at
the last. But l am not telling it you
straight on! You should come and see
my wife, if you wish to hear the story
wei told"
"But was there such presumption" in
quired the listener. "You say this young
man was well educated and cookbook
ing, and perhaps after g seconds
hesitation" the lady liked him.
"He should have known his place
better,'' said Mr.. Sisted, sturdily;
"leastways, he should have learnt it.
What is young lady's fancy worthP
She was but sixteen. Squire Church
ills daughters were not for such as he.
However, this love-making, or what
ever they may chose to call it, was only
discovered afterward, when every thing
was brought to light. And in the mean
time the tragedy came.''
"Well?" asked the stranger, leaning
forward with interest on his face.
ga murder was committed here.
Yes, you may start. In this quiet vii
lage, where nothing was heard out of
r'wrerspamon from one years end to
grounds Squire Charchrlfi st tbat lane
was found dead.''
"And-?n
"And then, as l said before, it all
came out about this poor Young Sutton
keeping company with Miss Churchill;
for it seems the foolish young thing, not
being able to see him elsewhere, had
agreed to meet him in that lane on that
very night; for one of the farm laborers
saw them part, and her run up through
the meadows home, only few minutes
before he heard cry, and ran forward
10 ma poor Master Harry lying there
dead"
''Of course Mr. Sutton was taken
up?''
"Of course, sir. But now comes the
queer part of the story. For though he
was tried, and it was proved most beau
tlfully that he had killed Mr.. Harry for
telling him what he thought of his con
duct, and was condemned to be huno
and was afterwards only let off with
transportation for fifteen years-yet
now it seems"
That it was not he, after allpn
How did you guess that? The other
day there comes the news as another
man has confessed to the crime on his
death bed, so that, after all, young SUIT
ton has suffered all these wears for what
was no fault of his. Leastways, so the
young Squire told us, t'other day. His
mother always believed in him. he
went on after moments pause. cit
will come right some day. she often
said to me: Mr.. Sisted, it will come
right some day. 1t is miscarrvine of
juatice.' His father died-could not
lift up his head again; but his mother
has aye waited.'
Something like sob burst from his
companion, and Farmer Sisted looked
up in surprise.
81 have heard something of this
ne SAID, in stammering fashion, in |
answer to the look. 81 knew this man
that is, have met him.
is that SO, sir?" said the farmer,
With fresh interest. cay, remember
you said you had been long out of
England. Well, shall be clad to see
llm back, and shake him by the hand.
md bid him forget the past. If there
s little else, there is still his mother to
come back to. What was he doing
when you saw him, sirp"
He had heard he was free.''
And what was he like? and was he
minded to forget the past, and return to
1ngland?n
:" He was a saddened, sobered man
Vnen | knew him, with only one hope
sit' out OF the many life had once
ffered; and he was going home"
And what was the hope, if 1 NAV ]
1ake so bold az to ask? Perhaps he
new his mother had never believed the
vii, and was waiting for himP" ,
Maybe; but he did no. speak of her.
erhaps because he was SO sure of her !
lie told me that the last night before he {
ut England-you know p''-the
lrmer nodded" that he had an inter- .
lew with :
I" Yes, yes,' interrupted Mr.. Sisted. '
lgely; ''we heard all about it, thouoh /
was kept SO dark. 1t was Miss Helen.
ess You, the little yellow-haired Miss +
hurchill. Sixteen years ago nearly. SO !,
harm in speaking of it now-and all Q
changed since! Well, she saw him (
say Good-by.''' h
Z" Yes, so this man told me: and that
ey parted, she saying that, let her Il
'ople say or do what they might, she @
ould await his return in perfect trust n
ID patience.'' fe
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