The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1897-08-12
LOVES SHELTERlNG NAY.
BY MATTY c. NASH.

MARY WlNSLOW hurried little as
W she climbed into the ten-thirty
accommodation train from New Ro-
chelle to New York. The accommo-
dation trains were always crowded;
and she wanted very much to get seat
Oh the side of the car from which she
could catch a glimpse of her house,
where her babies were. She had al
most missed the train lingering over
good-by kisses and baby love-making.
lou wont tay away from Baby?
'Ou tum wife back adam, mamma, tause
Baby loves 'ou." And the soft ditto of
the younger baby-"Wite back adam,
mamma, 'tausc Itty Baby loves 'ou.'
They were such mites, these tiny
g,rls,. it mad always seemed preposter-
Gus to call them by the stately names
that they had been christened by. They
had dubbed themselves Baby" and
Little Baby" and in tender home par
lance they were called that.
Mary could feel their plump little
arms around her neck now, and their
soft baby curls against her cheeks.
She strained her eyes to catch the
last glimpse of the little gray -shingled
house as the train swept out of the
station. She had told the nurse to let
the children wave her 'good-by." and
she smiled as she saw two tiny scraps
of white tluttering from the nursery
window. But even the house was out
of sight in a moment, and she leaned
back in her seat, feeling tired and de-
pressed.
She was doing very bold thing. For
the first time in the four years of her
married life, she was undertaking some
thing without consulting her husband
about it. But it was for his sake-to
save him from terrible anxiety; and to
do that she would dare anything.
The tears stood in her eyes at the
thought of his shoulders, already
stopped under their burden of care, and
his face SO crossed with lines that told
as plainly as did the scantily covered
crown from which the curly, boyish
crop of brown hair had slipped no"
hard had been, and was, his fight up the
stream of fortune.
AND his shabby coat and frayed linen
David rarely got any new clothes, and
when he did he went to a cheap tailor
who did not fit him very well. He was
little man. Mary used to think if he
had been a few inches taller he woulo
have cared more for dress. But She
was wrong about that. David was very
modest and not wonderfully clever;
but he knew it would have to be a coat
as beautiful as Joseph's to make hin
more respected at his office or more
loved at home. All beyond those two
places was nothing to him,
Mary used to buy him lot of new
cellars and cuffs now and then, ant
neckties, and they were more becoming
10 nm than the ones he bought. He die
not think so, but he wore them mcekl,
1or her sake. She even bought his hat
when matters had gone too far for he
"lieiy endurance; as, for example
when he wore dust and rain-stainet
Straw hat far into November.
David had come to New York from
the south, and he never seemed to b.
aole to acquire the spick-and-span lool
OF the native New Yorker. If he hat
lhduiged his taste in dress it woult
nave manifested itself in long, flown!
oroadcloth Prince Albert coats, widel
harlng Byronic collars, neckties tie,
70 olow in the breeze, and wide
Drlmmcl soft hats
But Mary loved him. She more tha
loved him. She put him On a pedesta
ana crowned him with glory ard hon
OF. She broke the alabaster box of he
whole beings alteration at mis- feet
and she would have died for him gladly
Mary was large, fair woman, wht
richly aud fashionably dressed, woul
nave looked like a duchess. As it wa:
In her simple, homemade gowns an
modest bonnet, she only looked like
very beautiful mother, which is NOR
'han some duchesses do.
A conventional looking young curat
and handsome, large-featured man {
o4, with deep mourning baud on HI
aat, sat in the seat directly in trout {
@afy. The elder man had bis lit,