The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1880-05-27
MIR. JONES.

he was commonplace, hulking fel-
bW, with loutish manners, who had got
+ niDa bad money scrape, and had come to
me with no satisfactory story in his
touble. | knew nothing about him per-
nnally, but he had been in one of the
mlonies, where Alice's husband is Pre-
nier or something of that sort, and Alice
kmy favorite sister.
twas an old compact between nv sis
N and me that we should never refuse
aeh other anything. We made it one
sFfnlng as we sat beside my poor mother
nthe garden of her pretty dover house
lWickenham. My mother Joined us
u three together, taking hand of each;
md, looking out upon a star which had
Just risen, she said, in the tender, loving
Fay she had: want you two to prom
y me something, and it is that in none
. me chances or changes of life you
Will either of you say no to a request of
ne other. Remember my star shall be
ne witness between you when 1 am
gone. My mother had fancies of her
own ". about the stars and had singled out
'as one as having some especial influ-
enee on her and those she held dearest
lhen she knew that l was apt to be mo-
luse' ], and that Alice had a high spirit, so
Me wished us to assure her we would
never become estranged. We have both
Aspt The pledge that we made to her. 1t
" sss among the last her gentle spirit ever
80 wheh Mr.. Jones bounced into nv
N'dy one morning, after tumbling over
\. W man-servant and folio of prints
inch was leaning against the writing
aole, and when he made known to me
aat ~ ne was in sore distress for money. I
y lllnto my head hat Alice had drawn
! poh ! me at sight for thousand pounds
y y 'nat must honor my sisters sigma
for it was thousand pounds he want |
l could make out as much as that |
om his confused talk, which had a |
ron loag resemblance to rigmarole cut into |
ort lengths of gasps and exclamations. |
! was only when he saw me silently take
y my eheck-book and write draft for
! money that he began to grow profuse
y almost Ineligible in his language.
also pulled from the recesses Of
ra, stiff great coat packet of greasy
!. and threw them on the table
IN loud thud.
iney are not worth much," he said,
wing crimson to the roots of his hair.
~. they are all have got, and SO /
Isgn. ss them. | can go through the le-
=. ;autmaiities of conveyancing with your
Ai.ofs II you will instruct them to pre-
= J ~ .ne necessary papers,
!, inere ! is no need of anything furth-
! answered, coldly.
y, but there is, though. Suppose /
'u'u Tue; you must have what / leave,
acIe :, IS anything" remarked the man.
:. naed MIR. Jones still less than before
q q 'llls speech. He spoke in such a
= coarse voice, and was so loud and
.alnpnous . that his pretending to take
a u my interest only appeared to me
~ oI gratuitous impertinence. If
= image OF my mother and sister, al
y 'he last time we met together had
started up before my Imagination
! strange vividness 1 should have
something rude. The fellows very
was antpathetic to me. 1t was
7 IL was tousled, it was obstinate
: gong the wrong way all over his
!, and forehead. 1 felt real sense of
I when he blundered out of my tran
h9rary and left me to my pur-
- l was making notes for a new
!, 'Sii OF La Rochefoucauld's Max
), which interested me very much
aien' and | asked myself, with
s'niie, whether / should be much
: seo II Mr.. Jones had a fit of j
heNy before he could tumble his 1
T" The street door. Still, how 5
:, my mother and sister seemed j
9k \ reproachfully at me. and could
snake off the secret preseptmept that .