The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1881-06-23
A THORNY PILLOW.

ZEN aWOke one, morning after a. dis
turbed nights rest with the though,
that a heavy days work awaited s6el
one pair of hands.
/ ~ hardly know where to begin,
John" she confessed to- her husband,
as she hurriedly dressed herself. ii
have some canning that must be done,
and the ironing is not anywhere neal
| finished, and there's no DENYING thai
the baby is Gerry troublesome ean'i
wonder that he is, though, dear little
thing" she added, as she bent over the
cradle where she baby lay sleeping;
+" he's cutting teeth, and they probably
pain him more than we have any idea Of. .
"You must keep Katy ontof scheol
to help .you;l she is twelve years old,
and surely ought to be able to save YOU
great many ssteps.3'I nj E.8ls2sEss o.
"Oh, / couldn't think of keeping her
out OF school just now, she get behind
IN her classes. She can help me before
school and at n0on-yes, and after
school, and perhaps can get through
the day all right, althoughI do feel q
severe headache coming on
After breakfast Mr.. Warrefi hurried
to the store kissingshis wife first. how
ever. and saving, !" I'm very sorry for
you, dear;;'' then looking at Katy, who
sat by the window with her history; he
added, pleasantly, :. Come, Katy, child,
put up your book and help mother
willing little,hsnds can do, big work. r. w
But the trouble with Katy Just then
was that her hands were not willing!
As the door closed alter her father she
said, without rising from her chair.
" You don't need ME very much q do
You, mammal haven't learDed my his
tory lesson, and we recite it the first
hour. 'asfu yssaga 4 ~ y M 4 ,yaiu
why didn't you learn id last even
ing? You had q long. quiet evening,
with nothing else Cd doe 1otifs9 aEosSS
rYes, | know 4 did. but 4 had an in-
teresting library book to finish. and alter
thas it was too las8r aal1 Is9ag3l ,a99ua
| IS Anothert time you lmqst learn your
lessons first before you amuse Yourself
with story books You can study YOUR
lesson now;II will get along without
you Mrs. Warren said. on' a'ssa''-tsts''
Noon came There wabA nice dinner
upon the table. Upon, the bars the
smoothly -ironed clothes hung, and OH
theik itohgDsdAb|c there MaS q row lof
glass jars, Hlled with delicious hot fruit.
But it was q very flushed and wearied
face that lDokHd over the coffee-urn. nIt
was only ha f-past twelve when the
family finished their dinner, and Mrs.
Warren sdidso = Katy, dear, YOU have
half an hour before school; supposing
You tie on big apron and help me get
some OF these dishes, ont of the way. 81
..Oh dear! I don't see. how | can,
mamma; missed my practice hour this
morning, and VOW knnw have to take
my music lesson tomorrow. But Ill
let it gon you say So Katy said. fret
$50 and practice. That was all
Katy's tired mother sad, as she gather
ed up che many dishes preparatory to
removing them to the hot kitchen.
Katyss conscience troubled her some Is
she practiced her scales in the pleasant
parlor. Two or three times, in plae Of
the musical notes, she sawal tired moth.s
er's face, but she did not, close her in
structlon book and 90 to that mother
relief, only. struck; the NOTES more
yehemently. It was four O. clock when
Katy returned from school. Looking
into the sitting shefonnd thebabyi
asleep in his cradle. and, her mother,
withbandaged head. lying on the couch.
tsAllEquieta along theIP 0tomacP'.'K aiyl
questioned. as she bent to; kiss her
mothers hot cheek. q 80 5HE eifsel
.ttQniet just now; but The, baby j nap,
is nearly out, and dread his .awakino.
My head is much worse. Think Won N
have 70 get tea lto,nights deafiI DON'T,
think possibly can
All right. MAMMA; but 1t Is not near,
lime yet, and can i 20 over to the slopa,
after wild clematisP The girls are walt
ing at the gate, and wen not be gone
long" -
You can go if you'll be here at i've
- S Yes, Fam, I'll be, here,,',, Katy,
answered, as she danced from the room.
ilnsnindful of her mothers pain. The,
door closed after her with . bang which
woke the baby, and he began CRYING.
1t was some moments before Mrs. War
ren's dizzy head would allow her to get
up and lift the screaming child from
his cradle. She put him on tbs. Noor
and gave him his boz of playthinrs.
which he threw all over the foorn-ev5efii
into the dining room beyond: Mrs.
Warren did not seem to care, where he
threw his toy s, as long as He was
amused She laid down aSain, ana hsId
her throbbing head, watching the clock
IS the hands crept closer to He. RopinC
hat thoughtlessl little KatylWouAl keep,
neg promise. The clock struck one,