The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1889-02-28
M.pELlcAN.s woolnta.
The Rare Nerve That Carried Hin
Through the Popping Ordeal.


The Rare Nerve That Carried Him
Through the Popping Ordeal.
Have you ever experienced the
feeling, Mr.. Mcclellan" said the
young lady, softly, s.that some great
opportunity was within your grasp,
but you had hardly the presence of
mind, the-the courage, as it were, to
avail yourself of itPV
"Why--er-yes, Miss Quickstep, /
have sometimes had a kind of feeling
as if I'd been sort of sent for and
couldn't go, you know"
Miss Amanda sighed dreamily, and
there was a pause, during which the
two sat in the semi-darkness of the
Quickstep parlor and exchanged pro-
found silences.
The door opened and Miss Amanda s
elderly female relative looked in
"The book you are looking for,
auntie," said the young lady, with en-
tire self-possession and some empha-
sis. ''is probably in the library"
The elderly female relative with
drew, and Amanda spoke again in the
soft, musical, persuasive voice OF a
trained applicant for charity.
''She viii not disturb us again, Mr..
Mcclellan.
.'She-she wasn't disturbing me
any," he protested.
And he sat and looked helplessly at
the glowing Goals in the CRATE, with
the feeling that every breath he drew
was a mortifying and CHASTITY blunder.
AS you were about to say, Mr. Nc
Pelican resumed the young lady,
there are times when it seems to all
of US we must speak what is in oul
h in our minds.
Yes vaguely answered the be
wildered youth, and he tried to re
member when he had started to say
any thing of the kind; "yes,o' course.
And while / am not sure that
ought to listen TO you, Mr.. Mcclellan,
she said, with downcast eyes, "whel
you speak to me in this-in this per
sonal manner, yet
The young man could feel his pulls,
beating tattoo on the drums of hi
ears, but he sat like bound boy at
corn-husking and said nothing.
by the way" exclaimed Mis-
Amanda, presently, 81 have neN
book of engravings, Mr. Mcclellan, tina
am sure you will enjoy seeing. 1t
a large book, and you'll have to NOV
your chair-why, certainly, you ca
sit here with me on the sofa. | neye
thought of that
} The pictures danced before the eye
of the young man in blurred, confuse
, images.
3 Isn't this engraving of the 'Cour
1 ship of Florence Dombey and Waite
/ Gay perfectly lovely?n
Which is Waltz" he gasped.
Q There! Look closer. Don't yo
9 see him?''
d ..W-who's he courting9"
e you'll have to come closer, M
+ Mcclellan. / declare, though" an
d she looked archly at the tremblir
n youth, Il am almost afraid to let VI
Q come any nearer. You look exact
a like Walter in the picture!"
And then the arm of that helple
S young man stole in a tiplid, apologeti
r sneaking way around the waist of Il
It charming Amanda Quickstep, b
a head sank on his shoulder, and Il
+ book of engrayings fell neglected
9 the floor.
n alfred. = she said, an hour later,
/ she toyed with button of his coz
e "you bold boy! How on earth did y
} ever muster up the courage to ask I
e to be your wife? You know w
n enough I never gave you particle
encouragement.
Is The young man patted her conc
v scendingly on the head and then spo
9 proudly, with the voice of an Ajax
h flying the lightning;
d when make up my mind to
IS any thing, Amanda, no obstacle
is earth can stop me! Chicago 1ribNi