The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1897-05-06

,ts proYerbial occupation of killing
cats, wouldn't you? Well, perhaps you
would. but in that case you would be
mike Mr.. Gordon Smith, the youthful
multi-millonaire, philanthropist, tinan-
cier, etc.
Mr.. Smith was sitting in his favorite
club one afternoon completely in the
dumps and passing his time in meditat-
ing silent profanity, which was both
sinful and unsatisfactory. Sinful, be-
cause all theologians agree that to think
an evil is as bad as to commit it, and
improbable because it didn't clear his
mental atmosphere. And the sole cause
Of his wrath was that his name was ex-
plotted in the evening papers on account
ofhis giving some thousands of dollars
to help deserving charity. Mr.. Smith
was certainly strange man.
While he was fidgeting in his leather
cushioned chair and slipping glass OF
vichy, quiet-looking man entered the
room, looked about, and then pounced
on Smith like bird of prey.
Hello, Gordie!" he exclaimed, ex-
tending his hand. How are you?"
well, AL" exclaimed the millionaire,
with an amount of animation that
seemed incredible from one who had
been so detected moment before, I'm
awfully glad to see you. When did you
get back from paris?"
Last Wednesday,"
Strange didn't see anything about
II in the papers. They always have sc
much to say about you on the sporting
page. And say" he ratified on, with
ont noticing the look of mild consterna
ton that came over the newcomers
face at the mention Of the sporting
page, what a time you have been hav
ing abroad read all about your
breaking the bank in that club anc
about that little affair of y ours in Paris
o. | say!" and he gave a chuckle tha
Immediately suggested a Sunday schoo
superintendent gone wrong.
But" gasped the man with a past
you speak of it as if you enjoyed it all
How-er-1 don't understand"
"oh, yes. l suppose you saw in th'
evening papers about my contributing
70 that confounded charity. Well, it i
Just my luck to be always doing goody
goody things and never having any fun
"hen went to Sunday school got
good conduct card every Sunday, an
The same blasted luck has stuck to m
ever since. l was born with a goo
Lame, and I've got to pass it along t
posterity untarnished, and can't hav
any fun to save me-"
lhe sporty one whstled softly.
! Know you think | am crazy, bu
you just happened to come in when
was IN one of my worst fits of blue
and to see you who have made worle
VIDE reputation as sport and ma
ol 'he world threw me off my guar
saa talked too much, but now tn;
I've started may as well tell you ALL"
DO; It may do you good-but-tall
ing is dry work"
why, certainly. Here, Jean, tal
Inc gentleman's order. A pint Of Ext,
uFys All right; and bring me som
fresh vichy."
When the order was filled the tv
men settled into confidential attitude
lou remember, don't you, Al, whe
were school chums and used to rea
.0e dime novels you got from the stab
ooys?" Al nodded. We'll. YOU cou
may at killing Indians any time VI
hseo, but whenever | tried it | W;
ie 10 be caught by that old hen
:. u.or had and get soundly thrashe
- was so all through my boyhood, al
SIMPLY had to be good. l work,
."lce as hard at my studies as any 9th
ooy' but it was not because loved wor
= vas because wanted to 60 to colleg
Iof l 1elt sure l could be as wild as
Pleased there
"Yes?"
Well, after l had matriculated. u
Aosner took me down to Cambridge al
.s ne a boarding place in the fami
minister. OF course could ha
oksn loose. but il / had, he wou
ssss reported NE 70 her and it WOW