The Bossier banner., 1892-05-05
HARRIET GARRISON.
be Waited, and Her True Lover
Came at Last.

n
Hden to only smiling, anyway. when
#sr her daughter set her head on one
zae and let fall some wise little de-
sGiOn from her ever-busy brain. So,
Il Miss Harriet leaned forward and
IDmplacently surveyed the tips of her
Ipev slippers as she said: 81 wish that
Il had a lover; I'm sure that I'could
manage one," the mother took another
stitch in the dainty cambria and re-
aamked: There is plenty of time vet,
Harriet mine"
I Harriet started up in such haste that
&e little chair was set violently rock
8g Going to the mantel, she raised
L. rpretty arms above her brown head
3nd contentedly studied the fresh,
4mng face in the mirror.
4 "Well," she laughed softly in the
Aist of faint yawn, I'm dreadfully
krious for him to come. I'm tired of
#s do-nothing life!''
Let him come wien he may, and
US pray that he come in joy and
pace" was the quiet rejoinder
4 That had been less than a month ago,
d now Harriet stood before the same
ror; but it was different face that
y glass pictured nova perplexed
row, scornful lip, and yet a mist of
Ay Aystruggling to the gentle gray eyes.
#schoolboys note was the cause of it
Ia little hastily scrawled note, but
d with an unframed passion. And
#frank despair was what hurt her
lost
Iknow that you cannot forgive me, but
#Etkeep from it. l have tried, but am not
song enorgh to beat it back. 1t is burning me
Harriet, even if l am q boy. l think that
viii make man of me. At least, it will
#amans heart in me-
Harriet read it over and over, and
zaA time there rose before her vision
4mhonest young face and tears lying
the eyes hardly dry as yet from the
#st over the lost ball. Mrs. Clarkson
fdnever word, for she knew that
n confession would come in good
ae At last Harriet tossed her the
#'R, and, throwing herself on the
aOeh, she buried her face in the soft
&iows and sobbed.
aOh, why did | ever want a lover?
IND why did he do it? knew that he
AGed me, but never dreamed of his
ring me"
Mrs Clarkson read the poor little
aR with a sigh; then, drawing the
EOWn head to her shoulder, she said:
too, am sorry from the bottom of
heart But he and you are only the
arunents of fate. Every boy some
ae In his boyhood loses his heart to a
4Onan older than himself. 1t is his
SioTe and his first great sorrow. 1t
put mans heart in him. But he
over it-that is, the sting is gone
'u ne always remembers it, for the
aloVe is the sweetest. This is your
siover, and he has not come in joy
peace. Be a woman and dea
#ntly with him"
harriet dried her eyes as she went to
uesk. But womanhood seemed to
V suddenly opened within her, and
was surprised at her own gentle
Women are both womanly
sug and womanly weak, and the
suef, almost motherly note that she
se IN reply was an example of the
y while the big, round tear which
ssaea Unexpectedly on the address
SONY betrayal of the latter.
auu SO Harriet, in her twentieth
aawsy.
u years went by. The curls had
e ilttle more controllable, and
: 1s' dignity had begun to soften
h@,ume girlish joys 1t was the
Q eiore her graduation, as she was
Z Arg through the hall on her way
4 a..an,orary, when Prof. Palmer ap.
= Ia ~ Oefore her. A little paroxysm
seemed to 60 over his sweet, Ole
j ,.a.s J ne hesitated. A puzzled light
> 'ssa IN Harriet's eyes, for she die
i saaefstand why his face should
Is sss ss eiarkson," he at last said, 81.
j ave time l should like to see yor
! ~ Office moment
d b.so. stolowed him wonderingly, ant
b az, "a dread, but it was not till ht
4. open the door for her to pass
! - 4. stately, elegant old style of his
II IS wrong, but l cannot hel,
: cannot let You go sway with