The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1886-07-08
CURRENT FICTION.
Antiquated French and Brand-New Amezi
can Styles of Novels.

straw lying IN corner. lie caught
up the broom-straw, uttered a stifled
cry, and pressed it to his heaving
bosom. Then, in his despair, he
tickled his nose with the straw and
laughed.
''Who laughs?' demanded a voice.
81 do"
"Who are youP"
"De Makeshift. Who are youp''
''The Able So-Long."
"Ah."
"Ah, hail."
"How long have you been heree"
II have now, alas, no method of
reckoning time, but must have been
here since sunrise this morning"
De Makeshift groaned. Where are
you new?" he asked.
''In a tunnel" the able replied.
"a tunnel?'
"Yes."
"You make my heart beat. Where
did you get the tunnel?"
''Made it.
''You astonish me-"
"Ah"
"Ah, hah. Where did you get your
shovel?''
Had none"
'Then how did you make the tun.
nelp''
Listen
81 will
II scooped it out with shirt button
Have you button on your shirt?"
No"
"Alas. you are married.
.No.n
'.Then why have you no buttonsp"
"a Chinaman does my washing"
"Ah.'
''Ah, hah."
"Well, wait until I gouge my way
through this rock and l will lend you
my button"
80. | thank you"
"Hist, the turnkey comes"
After a long silence: HAS the turn
key gone?i the able asked.
Not yet.
"Well, when he goes tell me and
will resume my work"
''All right, he's gone now."
II am at work. !"
Scoup, scoup, scoup. A long, bony
arm was thrust into De Makeshift's s cell.
De Makeshift seized it and pressed the
elbow to his lips. The able stepped
into the cell. 1--WE must escape from
here, said the able.
"How?"
s.By scaling the walls
| ''How can we scale them without a
knife?" 1
Wait
The abbe took off his shirt, tore itinto
shreds and, in marvellous manner,
made ladder. ''Got couple Of pinsP'
| "What do you want with them?''
"Make hooks to go on the end of the
ladder
"Here they are,'
Now" said the abbe, bending the
pins and fastening them on the ladder,
'.follow me.
They passed out into the courtyard.
De Makeshift uttered an exclamation,
He saw the man who had poisoned his
grandfather. The able threw the lad
der. The pins caught hold; the two
men escaped.
The following is an extract from
American realism:
Samuel" said Miss Peterson, have
you taken the ashes out of the stove?'
II guess have.
.'Did you fix the kindling?'
81 guess | have"
Samuel arose, stretched himself, blew
his nose on bordered handkerchief
took up decorated SHELL, looked at it
put it down, looked at the clock, took
up his hat and quietly left the house
His heart was heavy, much heavier
than his brain. He walked with {
slight limp. Whyp The corn-doctor'
experiment had not been successful
He blew his nose Then he sneezed
When he reached the street corner ht
sneezed again. A girl passed, looked
back at him and giggled. He despiset
giggling girls. His sister who married
man who possessed epileptic fits die
not giggle. He followed the girl. HI
despised himself for doing it but HI
couldn't help it. 1t was the first tim,
he had ever followed girl. He over
took the girl.
..How are you?'' he asked.
She giggled and said that she wa
able to get about
Il know that" said he.
Then they both giggled. He turnet
and left the girl. His heart was full 0
sweet sadness. He regretted having
spoken to the girl for he had not beer
brought up with her, yet her brigh
image, as it hung before him in a nea
black-walnut frame, smiled upon hin
and made his heart beat with joyou
throbs. II must not speak to he
again, he said, but the next minut
he ran after her. He overlook her an,
said:
s'How are you by now?'
She smiled and said that she wa
still stirring. He turned and ran away
That night his sleep WAS not sound
|. He was in love.-Arkdasas TraUeieT.
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