The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1882-04-20

Think of the pearls in single day
For I'm talking all the whilel
-Yotths Companion.
HOW THE WOOD WAS CUT. @'
In one corner of. the old academy
play ground group had gathered
about two boys. Sandy sJardine and
Max Guerney. Sandy was tall, strong,
Unprecedented lad, as opposite as the
poles to the little, 1.-the dark youth who
stood near him, looking up in his face
with laughing black eyes. z SIS sg
his particular clan; and respecting their
popularity the school was nearly
divided. A.strong rivalry existed be-
tween them. good-natured enough for
the most part, though sometimes verg-
ing toward unfriend1iness. just now.
Sandy was evidently excited, almost
angry. In q foot-race the preceding
Saturday Max had beaten him, gaining
supremacy which he possibly might
hold. :
!. Yes, YOU did whip me, fast
enough, = SANDY was saying, while a
dull red mounted to his cheek; but,
all the same, I'll whip you to pay for it,
and any day you've 9 mind to set"
1.-THE track was too Short cried one
Of Sandy's champions. !" That's what's
the matter! BY the time Sandy got un-
der Roadway, he had to turn. The walk
was laid out for little fellows. $780,
Considerable laughter followed this
sally, and the little fellow Max,
joined in it heartily. .s
Cana TIL match Won in sauu xyav
you Ike" continued Sandy. "Come,
now! rowing, riding, running, wrest-
ling (Which shall it be? Comel dare
you. Max Guerneyr'
A little murmur of approval ran
around the group, and then. the boys
waited for Max's reply. Well they
knew he would never refuse dare.
81, as the challenged party, have a
right to choose the weapons?n interro-
gated Max, with side-glance from his
laughing black eyes. '.Well, then, Eli
neither ride, nor row, nor run, nor
wrestle, but I'll saw wood with you,
Sandy, and you may beat me if you
CAN'T 7st ssf -sss4-- -
What clamor Of high boyish voices
met him! LII.
"Oh, no fooling now!'' '@ $3.50
5.Whose woodPs's 9s,f3 siSf ga
ssHa! ha! har'
I "Pn tell your Max's voice rose
clear above the tumult. I'm in earn
est. There's old uncle Nathan Blines
and his wife, poorer than double-dis-
TILED poverty, and nobody todo hand s.
turn for 'em since 'Siah died, I saw
Uncle Nathan cut chewing at his wood
pile. You know they hauled him some
cord-wood last winter, your father,
Sandy, and mine. and two or three 9TH
ers; and i made.up my mind togo over
and saw for him some Saturday, any
way, poor old fellowt There pretty
near five cords of wood, I guess; and
we'll have somebody divide and meas
ure it for us. Then we'll saw to win;
and if you whip me in it, Sandy, the
next Saturday FL match you in split
ting and housing it for him. What do
you say?''
Sandy joined in the cheers and laugh
ter with the utmost good nature. ~
"Doner' nodded he s.TIl do it,
f Up spoke blue-eyed, why little fell
low at his elbow: A asrFsss
you shan't do the whole of it! Say,
Charley Bugbee,. IN split for Sandy,
and you for MAXI x..s.1
!" Agreedrs said Charley.
f"AIld we IL wheel in for You two, Art
| Humphrey. and IT, declared Sandy's
| brother Jack. won't we, Artp'' I'D
.sWhewi How far my little candle
throws its beamsr' laughed Max. I'm
tell You, boys; we might have the match
in Uncle Nathan's back yard, charge
fifteen cents or SO admittance, and give
| Uncle Nathan the money"
| q Hoorayr' shouted Reub Story.
my brother works in the Clarendon
Star Office. and I'll. get him to print
our hand-bills. He owes, me ten cents,
anyhow Do
..Good for you, Reub! = cried Max.
.Grand saving match! Ditto splitting
ditto! Ditto wheeling ditto! Fifteen
cents admittance! Children, full price!
Gate open from ten a. m. to five b. m.
Good enoughr'
Next day the prospective saving
match was noised about town.. and q
day or two later the hand-biHs were out.
1t made great deal of talk, both
/ sportive and serious in the village. e
/ Its agood idea fust-rate ideer'
That was Captain Winty Coolidge, You
i might know. q It rarns the BOYS that
mixin' kindness to other folks with their
fun don't. hurt nothin'. It's with quar-
/ ter, and I'm a-goin' to pay i. I'm
a-going to pay it!'' +
/ There was every indication that the
saving match would be- grand success
financially.
II don't believe the back yard will
hold 'em ALL" laughed Max to the
/ halls boys who, with him, were
taking their homeward way after school
Friday night. Have you got the tick
cts, Reub?'' $50 g4st q
| Yes; a hundred and fifty of 'em.', n
| "Good! Now all we want is d fai,
day 81 ssg ss..,f - al :
| The day proved to be all that could be
desired. s5 So 45
i Hazy clouds yelled the burningface a
the sun, and there was a brisk. COO