The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1882-10-19
bElLEvUE, la, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 1e 1882

may pe us better to be butterfly ont in
ene suniight than dreary black cricket
up IN the attic" and she seated hersaIf
AZ 5he window just in time to hear Fan.
aha ben's conversation. Though she
haa herself answered Ben's question.
she leaned forward to hear -Fanrv's-re.
Joihder, which came clear and Quick p,
NO, mother is right. Every BODY has
misslon.- You know mission sn1aanS
WORK, and all can work some wav.n
Weii' ran, as you seem to know so
lillch ABOUT it4 let's play you are amis-
siolary-sort OF woman preacher, YOU
know-and I'll be a heatien nea; and in
,he course OF your remarks inform your
pehlghted audience what great mission
! or any other Brown has, Saw you be-,
gin at the head of the family, and take
us all IN order down to the baby. There
Is lot OF Browns, and maybe the con
version or the conquering of the world
depends upon ourfamilv.t' -sz-s~
"Well, to begin,'' said Fannie, moth
ing daunted by the task assigned her.
Ihough, like many another speaker, she
was altogether sunprepared, .there is
father and mother--but, Ben, what does
mortgage mean? 1 heard father tell
mother this morning that he would have
10 mortgage the place toraise money to
pay on some debt, and they seemed in
SO much trouble. about it; and mother
SAID she couldn't help wishing The older
children were boys, 50 they could help
make living; and.there seemed to be
nothing for girls to do. I'll tell YOU
what it is, Ben, if [ were as old and as
smart as Sue, I'd teach school, or some-
thing.', UcEj TssraE .=7.--s - -
II think if you did you would have to
slick up a little more than she does, and
comb your hair and put on q clean col,
lar once week any way, or | wouldn't
be one of your pupils, you bet.' Eai IS
"For shame, Ben! Father SAYS Sue
has more sense than all the rest of us
put together And l believe he thinks
she IS the prettiest child he has, too, for
ne often says she looks just ike his
mother, and you know eFerybody's
mother is pretty. -
"Well, maybe she is,'' said Ben; 'sbut
l like to see girls like Nell and Dell
sort of fancy, you know-girls who
know how to comb their hair and fix
up" ~
''But father says Sue is filing her
head, while Nell and Dell are only orna-
menting the outside of theirs. ,,
'Well,' began the beauty-lov:ng Ben
again, '.if | had a good watch d want
a handsome ease for it.'' sfS3i1SAa
Strange revelations all theses to THE 1
silent girl at the window The oarents'
trouble toprovide a living; the probable |
mortgage of the dear old home; her
father appreciation of herself /; the NOR
bid selfishness with which she had shut
herself away from the family love and !
sympathy, and the fact that she had
never made an effort to win the love, and,
with it, aninf1uence over her gay young
brother-all came over her with a rush, |
that, had he known it, it would have |
made Ben acknowledge that even that |
toad had a mission, since it occasioned
the conversation that caused the trmult |
in her thoughts. .4rp i
Two hours later, as the children stood |
at the gate waiting for the family wagon.
they were joined by tall girl, whose |
ong.ablaek hair was arranged in glossy.
becoming braids, decorated with two
bright pink srosebuds, with another at
her throat, where a snowy. white collar
was fastened, while her great, dark
eyes We're cleaning with the light of
lew inspiration. = = e.
''Why, Suen'' exclaimed the impulslve
Ben, ''you look just like Mrs. Anson
his eveningn' And the light in the
lark eyes grew brighter, for wasn't Mrs.
Arson, the minister's young wife,
Known to be Ben's ideal of O queenly-
ooking woman?
And two weeks later Mr.. Brown lis
ened like one in dream to the gentle
manly trustee, who called to inform him
hat his daughters application for the
district school had been accepted and
he term would begin the following
donday. '. Il
..What does it all mean?'s he in
uired, turning to Sue, who had quietly
ntered the room
'It is the result of short sermon
rom a little woman preacher, named
amy Brown, which had the privilege
I listening to.."--M r O6serUer. '-%Sf
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