The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1901-08-01


world"
Winifred's words poured forth with
the vehemence of an incipient vol
cano.
Vance made lunge at an unseen
enemy, following it with such rapid
movements that Winifred changed
her position involuntarily. Her mo-
mentary trepidation turned to one of
fierce indignation as Vance, between
his rapid movements, jerked out:
81 can't-tolerate-w doctors.
They never-know their business
lack courage-and impose upon hu-
man credulity."
Winifred bounded from her posi-
ton, her cheeks afame, her eyes dam
cling like some living light. She
opened her mouth to speak, but ere
one word could issue the expression
upon her brothers face caused her
to turn toward the hanging draperies
in the door to their right. For
moment a great calm seemed to rest
| upon her.
In the front of these curtains stood
a tall girl whose striking character
istics seemed to be her clear eyes,
limpid as fresh pools of water in the
early spring, and her crown of nut
brown hair arranged coronal fashion
upon a very womanly head.
1t was Millicent, and Winifred
struggled to stifie the gasp which
had risen in her throat.
| But Millicent's first words reas-
sured her.
"Your mother said I'd find you
here, Win," came in a voice which
held no tremor; 81 wanted to ask
me on my rounds this morning?
Caleb hurt his hand last night and
can't manage the horses, I'm afraid"
with alacrity and pleasure" said
Winifred, seeing pleasant finale to
what might have been disagree
able contretemps; "and here is Ned
to take my place with you, Vance.
I'll be ten minutes dressing, Milli-
cent" and, nodding to her brothers
friend, who had thus opportunely ap-
peared, she went out. Millicent fol-
lowed her.
Ned Price laughed as soon as he
was alone with his friend.
"The warfare still RACES, see," he
observed. as he proceeded to array
himself for the fencing bout; "can-
didly, I think you're an ass, Vance.
There is nothing of the new woman
about Miss-er-Dr. Millicent Trevor;
you must admit that"
"Oh, I admit anything if it dis
y misses the subject" said Vance, with
a shrug of annoyance; "come, I'm
ready for a good tilt. Don't put the
guard on your foil. It's much more
exciting without"
Exciting? Yes-but-''
"But me no butts. Let's see what
stuff you're made of this morning.
And, following instructions, as he
invariably did with Vance, Ned en-
tered into the fray with his accus
! toned zest. For few minutes the
i, young men played with great delib
Grafton, making their thrusts will
care, lunging with caution and run
, ming no risks.
; But presently the heat of contes
, rose in their veins. Forgetting eau
tion, disregarding the fact that the,
, were playing without guards, Net
, made violent lunge, his foil missed
:. the wide aim he had intended and il
. an instant had swerved to its resting
place in Vance's side.
The young man dropped to th
floor with barely a groan. Ned stoo'
gazing stupidity at the PROSTATE fig
,, ure. The crimson staining Vance
= jacket brought him to his senses. IL
hurriedly bent over his friend, tear
. ing open his shirt. The wound spout
ed out its warm, red stream.
"Good heavens! Vance, old fellow
this is awful didn't mean"
Vance opened his eyes.
"That's all-right-Ned. It doesn'
--amount-to much" he murmured
"Winifred-"
Then he lapsed into unconscious
ness.
!. Ned gave frightened call for hel
: and rushed to the door. Winifred an
q on, were passing through the hall o
4 their way out.
"What is it? Anything wrong?" de
manded Winifred.
: Eyes. Vance. I'm afraid-I've hun
= him-he would play without tn
:, guards-there's wound"
. But Winifred, with cry, had flow
to her brothers side. Her distrac
. ed cries pierced the ears of the othe
, two, who had followed her.
ooh! he's dying, he's dying! Mill
+ cent, Millicent! can't you do SOM
j. thing? Oh, what shall we do?"
Millicent approached quickly b1
quietly. She knelt and unfastene
It Vance's cravat.
V, HE is not dead, dear" she said
a Winifred; "he has simply fainte
That is natural. He is losing bloc
e, while you are talking
lie "Tell me what to do and I'll
v it, Oh, if he dies"
u "In the name of common huma
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