The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1889-05-02

clined to agree with his mother, in he-
estimate of the the new home-that he
was not going to like it.
He walked all the way down to the
Tavern Corners, where there was a,
general store, which included every
thing from chalk to cheese.
"Well, I DECLARE said old Jonas
Deal. 'My brothers widder lives
next door to ye-in the little red house
with the gambril ruff. Sh'd hev'
thought they'd a let ye hev bunch of
matches!'
II tried it, said Lint1eld, with
smile, ''but the young woman slammed
the door in my face, and told me she
had nothing to lend"
Great Scottr' said Mr.. Deal. "That
don't sound at all like Isabelr'
As the weeks rolled by, and the first
struggling snow fakes began to de-
scend on the drifts of red and brown
leaves in the cottage garden, Mrs.
Linfield grew more reeonciled to her
new dwelling place. Dick had nailed
down bright carpets in the dismal
rooms and draped the staring windows
with Turkey-red curtains. He had re-
painted the buttery shelves, and put up
a row of pegs in the odd little square
entry. aud all in the intervals of leisure
which he contrived to snatch, before
and after factory hours.
"Mother's bit rheumatic. and her
eyes amt as good as they were," he
said, to excuse the originality of his
proceedings, "and so do these things
to save her! There's nobody knows
what mother she's been to me all
these yearsr
Every one liked the bright-eyed,
earnest-voiced young engineer. Every
one took kindly to his quiet, domestic
little mother, who had turned the
neglected cottage rooms into such a
comfortable, home-like spot, except
Isabel Vennor
"a man who would persecute poor
cat can't be worthy of the name, - said
she. Don't tell me! Straws show
what way the wind blows! The idea o.
his taking a class in Sunday-sehool
Some people are too hypocritical fol
any thing"
And yet, in her innermost mind, she
thought Richard Linield the hand
soonest man she had ever seen, anC
secretly did homage to his chivalrou
goodness to his mother.
III only it had not been for Jet!''
you'll go to Squire OgilFie's corn
husking tonight, Bell?' said Jona
. Deals black-eyed daughter. 'sEver.
, one is to be there. Josie Ottingdeal
and Cyrus Dater, and the two Boon
girls, and Mr.. Linield, the new en-
gineer in Woodman's factory, and
, That's enough" said Bell, with
sudden Strengthening of her slim neck
and oblique flash of her gray eyes
''If he's going, don't want to be there
+, I've an utter contempt for that man.
ia sakes, Bell" cried her cousin
{, chow you do talk. What in creatio
! can you meanP"
But to this Bell would return n
definite answer, and Kitty Deal wer
. away, more curious than ever.
y Bell smiled to herself to think ho1
she had managed to evade her cousin
curiosity: she frowned to think ho'
i foolish she had let her tongue loose i
= the heat OF the moment, and she wa
. just turning to enter the house whe
L low, quiet voice, fell on her ear frol
the other side of the fence. where th
Q arbor-vita hedge made tall and we
g nigh impervious screen between th
Z two places.
9 miss Vennor, it said, quite con
y posedly, 81 want to know the meanin
OF all this
Q Isabel Redeemed and started. as st
IS saw Richard Linfeld's eyes lookiu
full into her own, through a sort
/. aperture formed by his two hand
'f holding back the arbor-vita bough
s For a second she was almost incline
7, to run away. but she rallied herse
d just in time.
n 81 have right to know the meal
ing of it.
IIdNSoOLOpPLhSs Oi' ooiA A9o'oO
l, scornfully. well Knight have know
if that that would be one of your accon
r plishments."
'.Not eavesdropping," said Dick. "Bl
r, I was setting out young Seeding plu
3, tree for my mother-mother is dreat
full partial to plums-closet to the Lede
" here, and couldn't help hearing VIII
q you said"
"a "And l heard what yo1 said once
flashed out Isabel, making a grasp
1t Jet, who just then scampered aero
W the path. You said that you wou
IN Kill my cat-my poor. defeneeless cat
L 81 said SOP"
le Eyes, you said So"
In the same moment the ungratef
Jet scratched his way out from his mi
L. tress' grasp and ran to Dick, rubbin
'e himself caressingly up against Il
young man, with loud purr.
Id 81 don't think 1 could have sa
Or that - said Dick taking let nm in +