The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1884-07-31

SnOulu haFdiy pc able to eat anythiesI
else. The pan was directly befora Nm
and he cut himself generous slies
he spoke. watched him Al tooE IL
first bite, fully expecting soma ~, ~
plimentary remark to mother: INT 49, 49,
came. He swallowed the piece Il 4 Su
taken into his mouth, and then lair, 1 IL
slice down by his plate, peculiar ~ ~
preston on his face. -
II don't believe he likes III
thought, and | was feeling very Tnn.a IS
puzzled, and little hurt, when. 4 ,s NJ
amazement, saw him, after h,lrr;aa
glance around the table to see If n ~.
observed, transfer the slice of corn. hresa
to his coat-pocket.
At that moment mother. who had beaa
busy with the coifee-cups, looked M
II hope the corn bread is Ia rou4
liking, Mr.. Styles, said she said. piess.
antly. Do take another piece. q
"Thank you, madam,s' said II.
Styles, and drawing the pan toward bin.
he cut another slice even larger thar
the first. -
I fully expected to see him eat ths,
but he did not even taste it, and nrpsi
emily it followed the first slice into thse
convenient pocket / felt SO SURE ~
bread was good that could only ~
clude that he was saving the two sIiees
to eat on the road to MorristOwu =
that he intended itfor some poor. starr.
ing child he might possibly meet. And
yet poor, starving children were Dos
common on our high road.
a6TAo oh ax10Sbor. ul:oo - ,.......
Mr.. Styles, = said mother, noticing thas
he had none on his plate. Il an s
glad you like it,
Il have taken two slices already. vos.
know he answered. .sDon't urye "a
to take any more, please. do not feel
as ii | could touch another morsef' 4
His horse was saddled and waiting
for him at the gate when we rose from
the table, and after thanking father and
mother for their hospitality, and regret
ting that he could not stay longer. II
mounted and rode away. I hung over
the gate and watched him disappear
down the road in a cloud Of dust. and
then ran in to tell mother what | Ind
seen. She was in the kitchen waships
up the pots and pans, and Joe was
standing in the doorway feeding Dash
and Hero with some scraps he had COL
leeted from the breakfast table
"What appetites these hounds haye!'s
he said, as | entered. II have given
them that whole pan OF corn-hread.
mother, and yet they are not satisfied.
They ought 10 have put their nsses
in Mr.. Styles's coat-pocket. / cried
They would have found plenty TO eas
| there
"NVhat do you meanpn asked mother,
turning around. II don t believe YOU
know what you are saying, jenny !
"Yes, / do, answered, stoutlY. 10
was watching him I'll through break
fast, and he put both those slices OA
corn-bread in his pocket when be
thought nobody was looking
Are you sure of that. JennyM and
mother looked very stern.
/ Eyes, / am Just as sure as anything. 2
| returned. Il guess he thoughE he
might be hungry on the read. =
Mother made no reply; but going ID.
to the dining-room lifted the pan 81
corn-bread from the table and looked
at it. a single glance was enough
The pan fell with clatter among tbs
breakfast dishes, and mother sank into
o chair as if utterly overcome.
/ ssJennyr' she cried. s.Oh, JennyA
how did this happen? told you 81
particularly which pan to put % thu
table. No wonder Mr. Styles eonldn's
eat this. /"
why what's the matter with itfn 4
asked, feeling rather bewildered III
put on the pan that looked best, nnanf
ma. This had such beautiful riela
crust!''
Il know it hadl The chicken grayy'
made it look rich. Jenny. Jenny, Why
couldn't you have minded me- This n
the corn-bread I mixed up for Tie Sogs,
and I put all the scraps I had LETT intol
| it--that chicken gravy which was down
in the cellar a whole week, some MUSK
left over from Wednesday, the scraps
of pork, and and-dear knows whas
else. / knew the dogs would eat any
thing, and ! merely put in the corn
meal and water to hold the mess tos
gether."
/ realized then what had done, and
of course / burst into tears at once, anit
throwing myself on the dining-roona
sofa, cried until / could cry no n1Ors.
Mother did not attempt 10 comfort ms
| don't suppose she felt Ike administer
ing kisses and caresses just then. ana i
is probable that she thought ! deserved
to suffer little. But when | was quiss
again, she came in and sat down bY ne,
and told me that she had sent Joe on e
Morristown with note to MI. Styles
explaining the whole matter.
II have asked him to stop here 9u nls
way home, she said, ''and ! shall tnen
make some more corn-bread. But tnl Y
/ time shall put it on the table myself
My tears began to flow again lFnIlas-
diately. II never, never will change
the pans again, mamma. sobbed- !,
7 s'No, / don't think you will, sais
mother. II am sure You have learneu
j q lesson. And want you to remember
| Jenny, that it is a good rule 70 dts0sy'
! do exactly as you are totd.
t WASN'T able to speak in reply; Das
made up my mind 70 follow that E1lle Y
) the future, Florence B. HEttogetst =
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