The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1901-05-30


Harvey. 1t had come at 1ast-iust as
she feared. This was the Chinese
method of informing a girl that she
was beloved. She had unwittingly
ruined Yet Wings peace of mind.
How anxious she had been to avoid
this, all the Sundays she had come
here against her brothers wishes, to
sit beside the little deal table and
teach Yet Wing to read Bible lessons
he did not understand.
But while Yet Wings poor little
foolish dream was destined to be
crushed, why should she wound him
unnecessarily? Why should she not
be as kind to him as she could be un-
der the circumstances?
She looked at him gently, yet with
melancholy. Perhaps she would ask
him next Sunday for her sake to cut
off that braid of hair It would make
her glad, and yet sorrowful, too, to
know that he would do it without
moments hesitation. There was
something so pathetic about this
hopeless love-a Chinaman-for
lady of her station-and she must
be so careful not to encourage him.
Her brother would be so angry-and
he had such high temper, and was
so disgustingly brutal when he be-
gan to talk about-about the things
she did. But she would always say
that it was not her fault, and it was
not Yet Wings. 1t was simply one
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helped.
"It lainin'," said Yet Wing, whose
| oriental eyes were turned toward
the window.
cit rains every Sunday" said Miss
Harvey, gently. II shall have to
wait until my maid brings my UNI
| brella and cloak"
"What he name?" asked Yet Wing,
with the guileless directness of his
race. She smiled sadly. He was in
terested in everything that pertained
| to her.
Her name is Annie," ,"said Miss Har-
vey, softly. Here is the hymn, now,
Yet Wing-'At The Cross Now sing
your best-for my sake"
In response to which timid plea
Yet Wing was presently throwing
great JUNCTION into:
Ala a-at an did, my tlavileed,
An did my slovel die?
Would he lelote lat sacled head
| Fo' sluch a wollas L?
| Atte Gloss. atte Gloss. wha'ee fuss saw
| lelite-"
Yet Wing frowned nightly while
| he sang, for this English was truly
n devilish language, and was not to
| be sung without great enlargement
| of the mouth.
1t was all gone through with, even
to the jerky concert of "Ou' Fader-
| who aht-in-he ben" and Miss Har-
| vey and her maid were hurrying
homeward through the rain. Miss
! Harvey justly felt that she must con-
| fide in some one or die.
| ''It has come about just as I
| feared, Annie,'' she said, tragically.
MY pupil has-has lost his mind,
suppose-and is half crazy about
about Me! Did you ever hear of any
| thing SO absolutely preposterous
Think of it! "A Chinese laundry
man! Wouldn't my brother be furi-
ous?"
| "Well, faith, an it 'ud be great
savin' of laundry bills" said Annie,
who was from up Belfast way. and
could see bright side to everything.
Miss Harvey's just indignation kept
her scornfully silent until they had
reached home and gone into the side
door. While Annie shook out the wet
umbrella and stood it in the rack,
Miss Harvey glanced out of the win
down, clasping her hands. =
| Look, Annie!" she cried; "look
out of the window! Can that be
is that-Yet Wing?"
"It looks like the bilious heathen,"
said Annie, Indignantly, after hasty
inspection of the figure that stood
| pensively under an awning on the
opposite side of the street. "a pref
ty subject he is, to stand himself up
in front of peoples houses! Shall l
go out an shoe i'm away, Miss?'
| "Oh, that would be too cruel!''
moaned Miss Harvey, walking up and
down and wringing her hands des-
perately. "Oh, what shall I do? Was
there ever anything so unfortunate
He may begin to follow me about
town-and perhaps sing under the
windows-he has very good voice
but think how it would look. Oh,
how unfortunate l am, to have
perhaps if I had worn palmer
clothes to the Mission-but now the
harm is done, and I will never for
give myself, never!" ..-----
SWELL" suggested Annie, with an
eye at the crack of the curtain, ''your
| brother'n be home pretty soon, an
/ it's my belief that he'll throw the
brassy heather over the courthouse.
An anyway, the neighbors are rails
in the windows, now"
! Miss Harvey screamed.
"Oh, Annie" she cried, "go and call
him over and tell him that he must
not stand there. looking at the house
that way. Tell him that it troubles
me-Me-and then / know he'll CO."
Annie's trim figure disappeared;