The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1900-05-10
BENTON, LOUISIANA, THURSDAY, MAY TO- 1900

ike soldier. She can handle E rifle
like marine, although she is too soft
hearted to aim at anything but dead
target, and she can skate better and
faster than any girl ever heard off,
"The girls say she is queer" said Mrs.
Reeves.
"Queer!" he burst out. "Well, YES.
perhaps she is, but wish there were
more queer girls like her. Is she rich.
mother?"
Il believe not, Arthur"
That's lucky!"
''Lucky?"
For her. She will have to work, and
she is sure to make her mark, and it
will be big one. Mother, think"
Arthur" called Stella, outside, "if
you ever get through eating, we girls
would like to have you drive us to the
post Office"
On Tuesday Arthur's leave would ex-
pire, and SO it was arranged that on
Monday there should be picnic. 1t
was Arthur's idea.
why not:' he asked. ''It's mere
nonsense to suppose that you can't
have picnic only in summer. What's
the matter with taking the big sleigh,
loading it up with picnic grub, includ-
ing rubber blankets, in case we want
to sit on the ground, and having a first
class time generally?'
1t was unanimously voted that there
was nothing the matter with it," and
on Monday morning the picnic sleigh
jingled of.
than usual, and her only response to
the general chatter was grave smile
"What an old grandmother she is!''
whispered Nellie Campbell to Jennie
Stagg; and Jennie nodded a vigorous
assent.
II believe she has some dreadful all
ment,' whispered Patty Harper, in her
turn, land wouldn't be surprised to
see her drop at any moment"
"Pooh!" said Stella, contemptuous-
ly; ''it is only Myra's way"
/ Meanwhile the object of these re-
marks sat quietly on the box-seat with
Arthur, and said never a word.
81 say" said Arthur, at length, 'why
don't you talk?"
because have nothing to say" re-
piled Myra, TRANQUILITY. Besides, I am
thinking"
/ "Of the picnic?"
Myra smiled.
Something more important than
picnics. Have you ever been in Cairo?'
~ he IN nf
"What queer grill" he exclaimed
involuntarily.
Myra actually laughed.
81 know l am," she said, quickly;
''but that is net answering my ques
ton. We're you ever in Cairo?'
.'Twice.''
''Do you know where the British con
sui general has his Officer"
''Quite well. But what in thu
world"
Patience! Is there a large bricl
warehouse directly opposite, owned b.
an English firm, where ivory. OSTRICH
feathers and spices are stored?
.By Joye, there isl" CALCULATED Ar
thur, in increasing amazement. Il re
member it quite well, it is such an oil
building. But say
Zone more question:" interrupted
Myra, for the first time betraying som
excitement. do you remember tn
Englishman's name?'
"Let me see,' reflected Arthur. .
have heard it often enough. 1t is Gold
en-Garden-no, Gar-yes! Garland
;. Why. that's your name, isn't it?'
"Yes," answered Myra, with anothe
! smile. "The Cairo Garland was m
uncle. He is 0ead, and I am going t
/, Egypt next month to straighten ou
( his affairs. hear they are dreadful
tangled
Arthur nearly let the lines fall.
"You are going to Egypt he repeat
;. ed, mechanically. do you know any
thing about Egypt?
mot SO much as expect to-" replie
:. Myra.
And before Arthur could tell he
what he thought of q 17-year-old gil
! going half round the world to settl
): anybody's affairs, Stella called out:
arthur, how long is it going to TAX
to find a picnic ground ?"
!, 1--WE won't go foot further" sal
Arthur, refining up. 1--WE are eigf
miles from home now. and it looks lin
snow"
." "Let it snow!" cried the girls, reel
, lessly.
. Then they swept clear space, spres
out the eatables, and began to eat rigl
away, as picnic folks always do. whi
;, Arthur blanketed the horses.
II But this picnic was just like evel
other picnic. Not being in summer,
;. couldn't rain; SO it showed, and aft'
y braying it out until they looked lii
snow images, it was decided to scur1
h home.
( Then the usual accident occurre
a but somewhat more serious than usus
~ One of the horses kicked Arthur on II
~ knee as he was hitching him, and
;r sank down in a heap, with cry of pal
At this there was great uproar, al
the horse hichly alarmed. show,