The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1880-04-08
The Spring Crop.

vi the future, which its mirror
Gives my president, longing gaze"
She claims that the mirror gives
her view of "A lovely cottage, "vine
embowered," on the gentle slone
whose base is laved by old ocean
the murmur of whose incessant mn.
sic lulls her senses and puts her
whole being in harmony with nature
and natures god, whene'er her way.
ward feet DER the golden sands han.
pen to chance to trod; in the lovely
cottage there's room, and the room
has window which opens on a
prospect where blend the green and
phosphorescent scintillations of the
aforesaid drink (she calls it the wild
expanse of the restless waters) in
the room-by the way we mustn't
forget the furniture-on the floor the
Persian carpets lay which seem too
fair TO tread upon; rare vases MANY
flowers confine; antique pictures, in
heavy carvy frames, lend their aid
in decorating this Elysian retreat
whether any of the other furniture
was of the ION tick" variety Violet
doesn't say;-in the room as we com.
menced to say, there is an impossi-
bly, perfect specimen of manhood,
dressed in an outlandish style, which
would make him look to common
-eyes like an idiot, but which to de.
scribe affords a good opening for
grand words. On this impossible
man, Violet, with cheeks glowing
with happiness and the old style of
love-hght in her soft brown ewes.
leans. The man is sitting on divan,
with her fair hand resting on his
shoulder, his face upturned to hers,
while the love that is shot from his
midnight eyes meets and melts and
miDgles with the same article that
she projects downward in his direc-
ton, afore mentioned. At their feet
a bright baby boy, with laughing
eyes, is trying to gather up the bits
of sunshine that dance upon the
tapis-the Persian articIe-through
the trellised vines that Violet's fin
gers have trained over the window of
her happy bonneville its snatches
of ripping laughter sound as sweet
music to those two who are melting
up love just above him. The climax
and the end are reached when, as it
appeared to the spectator OF this
vision, the immortal gods hired
hands to attend the business around
the throne for time, to personally
superintend the scattering of a lot
Of plu-perfect happiness around this
first class boarding house of the fair
Violet.
Yes, yes, Violet, we remember the
picture. 1t is the same premises we
gazed upon ourself twenty years
ago. But Lord bless you, child, we
got over all that, and if you'll take
a peep through our glasses you'll
find the real estate differently stu.
ated and the personal property of a
cheaper grade and somewhat out of
repair. Like as anyway the carpet
isn't OF the Persian variety, and
while the furniture may be antique
will grow old, occasion
carving upon it has been
done by a dull knife, in the hands of
that boy, who rest assured, won't
fool away much of his time in catch
ing streaks of sunshine. And
would we were spared the pain of
the illusion, but duty i'm
pels us forward with the power of a
four-horse battering ram-that hus-
band of yours won't dress in that
style at all, and he won't often be
found gazing into your eyes as you
him; his "melting moods of
love- will have become a thing of the
past long before that boy is put on