The Bossier banner., 1894-05-10
PHOTOGRAPHED.
How a Camera Spoiled a Rogue's
Neat Plans.

Neat Plans.
Every room in Harley Hall was occu-
pied; omnibus, brougham and luggage
cart had been to and from the station
SO often that Mr. Binder, the head of
the stable department, had been heard
to murmur something not very compli
anentary about people who went about
with trunks as big as 'aystacks," and
who expected to find carriages and
losses waiting for 'em everywhere to
drag 'em up the ills"
Among the latest arrivals were two
young men who We're as unlike each
other in every respect as two young
men could be. Gilbert Hurst was a
barrister, whose father owned a certain
numoer of acres of land in the country.
Gilbert was doing fairly well at the
bar and was steady, right-minded
young man, with a pair of broad shoul-
ders and pair of honest gray eyes that
told the story of a frank and honest
nature. John Beasley, his companion,
was tall, narrow shouldered, well
groomed and very rich.
Mothers smiled on John Beasley, but
John Beasley mostly smiled (when he
had the chance) on certain enterpris-
ing widow at South Kensington.
As Gilbert entered the drawing-room
his heart gave mighty leap when he
saw that Dorothy Lane, whom he had
been for two years desperately in love
with, was helping Lady Harley with
the distribution of teacups. He had
met Dorothy often in London, and to
make her his wife was the cherished
dream of his life.
John saw her, too. His heart gave
no leap-it was not of the leaping kind,
but he thought he had never seen her
to such advantage as now, as she stood
IN the soft light of the shaded lamps,
her dark red dress edged with sable at
the throat and wrists, fitting her to
perfection and shown g every curve of
her graceful figure. John promptly
rushed into conversation with a Miss
dreen, who was among the guests as
sembled, and who was favored by for
tune to the extent of five thousand
pounds Sterllng year.
The next morning he felt glow of
satisfaction when his serv ant opened
the shutters of his bedro ON and his eve
lighted on the coronet worked in red
wool on the blankets, and he thought
OF the society he was going to distin-
guish himself in during the next ten
days.
In the half hour devoted to his toilet
ne made three resolves-frst, that he
would make himself agreeable to every
one; secondly, that he would make
the running" with Miss Green, with a
view to matrimony and the possession
OF nve thousand q year, at the same
ume amusing himself with Dorothy,
whose looks pleased him nightly;
lnlrdly, that he would write to the
south kensington widow, omittipg in
ms letter any mention of either Dor
othy or Miss Green.
he attlred himself with great care in
shooting clothes that were a great deal
100 new, and not suspicion of scent
nung about him as he walked, with
'eii-satished air, into the breakfast
room.
de cast sharp and critical eye over
uhoert hoping to find that want of
means Or want of taste would betrav
themselves. but not a fault could be
,ouho with the shooting suit, that
-oo6eo Worn, but was well worn, and
'ohn realized, as he looked. that there
,h "as an lndescribable something about
rive at.
ne played his cards very well, he
'uought during the days that followed
lays In which Gilbert had plenty of
opportunities for finding himself with
= cad headache as he watched John
naA'ng secret love to the girl he cared
Tor so much.
me men started early one morning
an. au outlying covert that was gener-
As supposed to produce rocketers and
.ao .aas was kept as boune bouche for
uie end of the weeks shoot The la
nos. NJ were to drive out to lunch, and
;'o'ny and Miss Green, who were
photographers, were to send their
Aefas out in the luncheon carts.
Dorothy and Miss Green came out be-
a. iuhch to enable them to see
onas e aown IN the low ground. AS the
s,;a ssas were placed behind nigh, strag-
81 = !. aedgerow John was sorely tempt
w;.s " = ask Dorothy to stand by him to
dar. aeSs MS skill and prowess, but pru-
ssls conquered, and Miss Green was
seiec'ed as his companion.
.... "'a yon stand by me, Miss Lane?'
not 90 uuoert II am afraid you will
- 'ss any brilliant shooting. but !