The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1890-06-19


his mind, and cost a great mental strno-
gle to be resumed.
he fought the symptoms bravely, but
Dalsy was full of terror at the change
In him. He grew haggard and restless
oppressed with vague fears of loss of
reason and really suffering great physi-
cal pain. P--S o.
AT last, much against his will, he al
lowed Daisy to call in the family physi-
clan, whose advice was simple. Init
strongly urged, consisting of two words
only Perfect rest"
Inc brain is overworked," /" he ex-
Planned, "and no medicine will avail
while he persists in study and practice.
get him away, If you can. H'm-this is
May good time for a country trim.
lake him to the country, Mrs. Hill"
Wharton rebelled. 1t was ruin to
leave his office, where cases of import-
ance were IN his hands. Hemust work.
or they might all starve. He would de-
cline some of the practice offered him.
would take little trips during the sum-
mer; would, in short, temporize.
And then DaisY-little, brown-eyed
Dalsy-whose voice was as soft as a
nute, who was scarcely larger than
weIl-grown child of twelve, ssput her
1ooe down." Such mite of footl Tt
was absurd to imagine it had any weight
In the worlds machinery; but it was
down, and Daisy kept it there. Tom
was lawyer, and Tom could take
Wharton's cases for the summer months
1here was her farm-a poor place to be
sure, but atleast house, and with some
furniture in it, and surrounded by beau
utul scenery, possessing the purest of air
and water. With six hundred a wear
they would not starve, and there was a
nest-egg in bank in case of emergency.
Wharton pshawed! Wharton fumed.
All in vain. Resolute little Daisy
packed trunks, arranged her household.
engaged her one half-grown girl to ac-
company the party as child's nurse. and
enlisted the entire Trueman family on
her side.
And Wharton, finding those queer
feelings in his head increasing, the
dizzy spells becoming more frequent.
finally submitted to fate, in the person
OF Daisy, explained the various points |
at issue to Tom Trueman, and, accom-
panied by wife, child and nurse, took
up his journey to Corn's Mill. 1t was |
early morning when rickety old wagon
containing the party and baggage en-
tered an inclosure that had once been
fence, and the family took possession
Of Daisy's Farm.
The prospect was not encouraging,
The house had not improved in years of
emptiness and neglect, and even Daisy's
heart sank at the broken roof. the
doors, the shaky windows.
But, as she said, covering her dismay
with brave smile, ''there they were,
and they must make the best of it''
Jennie, the nurse, proved treasure,
Ind the women were soon busy putting
20 rights" " while Wharton took Tom on
IN exploring expedition over the estate.
There was queer glance in his eyes
Is he came back in time for dinner, but
ne only said:
II can't quite trust my own head yet,
Daisy, butts there a post-office at
Jorn's Mill?''
Yes, the mail goes out twice week.,
''Give me a sheet of paper and an en-
Telope, that's DEAR
Now, Wharton, that is not restlng.''
"I'll only write dozen lines, DEAR
The dozen lines being written and
'osted, Wharton seemed to find an un-
ailing source of amusement rowing
bout the farm, poking holes in the
round with short cane, often kneeling
own to examine the earth, so turned
yer. Daisy limited at planting some
egetables, though she said, despond-
ntly: {
81 don't suppose they will grow if we
o.
''Never mind beans and peas now, '
I'VE. Wait till we have an answer to l
~ letter"
A week later, when June was young,
le answer came in the person of two ]
len, one white-haired and absent
linded, the other young and emphati- r
Ally business-like. Wharton gave t
lem cordial welcome, and after par b
liking of substantial luncheon, the t
lree started out upon the farm. L
Little Daisy, intensely happy in the n
nowledge that Wharton had not had
ne dizzy turn since their arrival on the
Irm, that he had the appetite of a Il
and was cheerful and full of a
nimation, was busy baking a batch of t,
es, when the three gentlemen re-
Irned to the house. She could see
lem from the kitchen window as they G
me over the neglected path, and saw n
lat Wharton's eyes were full of exul- h
tion, his face flushed, his carriage b
ect. He looked like some one newly s;
den with good tidings, and all three
ere talking eagerly and earnestly. Il
Daisy wondered little, and scorched W
le of her pies. While she carefully pi
red the burnt edge of crust the kitchen IL
'or opened, and Wharton, needless of d
Y big calico apron and ba~s arms,
hered in the strangers. re
Mrs. Hill," he said, bowling with "a
eat Difference, accept my congratula- gi
ms upon your great good fortune tt
I'm scorching my pies?" laughed it
lisy. m
In owning fifteen acres of coal land gi
81 don't understand" Daisy fakered. w
'"The farm, my dear, your legacy from pa