The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1900-08-23
tlHIssoURY HELENY, put tn,

nlHIsSOURY HELENY, put that
book right down an run an
pick up some chips to hurry up this |
nlaeuey fire-an' put on some taters |
10 cook whilst sets tn table; Theys
! man an woman-mighty stylish
lookin' folks-what's los ther way an
wants sumpin' feat jes' as quick as
ever they kin git it. Lucky l baked
yiste'day, an had that hen on a-cook-
in Jump, now, an take yore min
oif'n yore readin' long 'nuff to hep me
git tn dinner" and tall, thin woman,
With scanty gray hair drawn tightly
back from a sallow face, returned to
the front room of a small weather
stained, story-and-a-haf frame house
where she had left one of her guests
lady in plain gray travelling dress
standing in the doorway looking out
across the broad, level expanse OF bot
TOM land stretching away from the
hills nearby to the Missouri river.
sTake tn rockin' cheer, ma'am, an
rest yorese'f," said. the hostess, pulling
table to the center of the room, COW
ering it with coarse but snowy cloth
and bringing the dishes from the kitch-
en- as she talked. "Yu mus be pow'ful
hongry if yo got yore brekfus to
Whites. They do say they hain't never
nothin' fit to eat there. Strange how
yu missed tn road to Jim Banion's-
leastways tn place what he runs fur
some eastern man; hits bout five mile
frum here, up t'other side tn Maple.
Hope tn gentleman hain't havin' no
trouble findin' tn feed. Theys a-plenty
out there. Jerry-that's my soD-went
over to town this mornin' an haln't
got back, an my OF mans out a-hunt-
in. They hain't nothin' Dan Holten
loves better'n snoopin' 'roun' with his
gun, less'n hits a-playin' on his fiddle,
Or readin' story book. Missoury Hell
eny"-going into the kitchen-"is them
taters a-bilin'? That gurl"-coming
] back to place dish of sliced cucumbers
on the tablets jest like her pa fur
feadin' ev'ry scrap O. print she kin lay
her hans on, an she's crazy to git a
edication an learn music. I let's her
- to school when they is any, an she
knows bout as much now, as tn las
teacher, though she hain't but 16 las
Nay. Her pa named her fur tn state
We come from an liam wher Bony.
partwuz shet up to keep him out'n mis-.
chief. Well, reckon dinners ready il
& yu air." and she brought in a platter
OF stewed chicken which sent up an ap
petizing odor.
Passing shyly in and out, assisting
the talkative woman, was slender
iair-haired young girl in faded blu'
calico dress. She scarcely lifted thu
long dark lashes yelling pair of deep
biue eyes, and slipped away to her in
terrupted reading the moment th'
meal was ready.
Hugh Ramsey, young New Yorl
Awyer, and his sister, Mrs. Zadah Nor
fison, were on their way to Omaha
81 where Mrs. Morrison purposed spend
q ing some time with former school
8 nate before joining her brother il
colorado, where he was going to lool
slter some mining property. At
town. between Sioux City an
Sodncil Bluffs, they left the train, tina
tight August morning, to visit farr
dozen miles or SO distant, which ha
seen left to Mrs. Morrison by an uncle
kter an unsatisfactory breakfasi
SIS shey hired pair of horses and an ope
7 aggy and, mistaking the direction
endered about until noon found thel
ssy hungry, at the Holten place. The
30 not expected much from the al
s earance of the house and its mi
~ Qess, and enjoyed all the more the e,
eeiient meal SO soon ready for then
ter which they proceeded on the
ay, taking the right road this time.
Hugh, do you remember Missouri
neieny, the pretty girl where we g
eeeh good dinner the day we wei
|z eost on our way to my Iowa farm,
eked Mrs. Morrison, the evening aft.
e arrival at Colorado Springs.