The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1902-03-20

Aohoi sIHo ulueEeQ sapphire
passions needing only vent to rise to
devouring volcanic flames.
Wooers, yes, in scores, she had had.
and toyed with archly, but not one
had come benath whose mask of words
and conventional protestations she
had not read, or fancied she could read.
the insincerity Of the hunter of for.
tunes, the perfunctory laudation of
her undeniable but marble beauty,
She had no soul, all her suitors said.
one by one they relinquished the SEEM
ingly impossible task of kindling a fire
upon the frigid altar of her heart.
Therefore, at last, from the crucible
OF her discomfort, of her increasing
years, of the unrequited cravings of a
| nature ardent at the core, had
emerged a woman who sought to re-
venge herself upon mankind. by art
fully awakening passions she did not
return, by arousing hopes she nur-
tured only that she light uproot. She
declared a secret war against the race
of what Nine. Sarah Grand has dubbed
"mere man. and pursued her cam
paigns vindictively. Since it was de-
MED to her, alone among women, to
find the soul mate she would select, she
would at least be happy in the making
of mankind miserable.
Thus it was, as the season waned,
that Miss Carroll, her cousin Julia, the
discreet Mrs. Sylvester Beaumont,
their travelling sacrifice to the propri-
cites, hurrying eastward from a sum-
mer voyage to the great Muir glacier,
Sitka and Alaskan waters, stopped at
Minneapolis to catch their breath, and
that Marguerite decided to rest for a
week amid the enchanting autumn
restfulness of the Minnetonka shores.
They found at the great Hotel st.
Louis half emptied house and the
quiet the imPerious mistress of the lit.
lie company had so suddenly and ca
priciously sought.
1t was glorious there. The ozonic
airs sweeping the hill-pinnacled cara
| vansery were rarest medicines for
WEAKNESS. The vagrant shore lines
spread about the broadening vista OF
the queen of lakes fed the eye with
varying beauties to which the wood.
ed margin, touched by autumn's mas.
ter brush, lent the chromatic splendors
| of the kaleidoscope. Marguerite and
her rod became familiars Of the ris.
ing sun. Along the winding dirt
roads of old Hennepin she enjoyed
many an afternoon gallop between
the radiant walls of the turning
leaves. AS the day fell, winddriven
excursions to the tree-crowned dams
of Big Island, haunted by legend, OF
| through the narrows to the rougher
waters of the expanded lake, lent a
closing zest to days with nature
When the copper shield of the har
vest moon rose flaming disc in the
east and the many-stringed orchestra
| hidden in the palms of the great yer
anda wooed concord, they sat il
| peace under the soft influences o1
| moon and star, and were content.
Here Marguerite, the desolate, found
her cavalier. He was a student at the
University of Minnesota, boy of 20
just through his junior year, working
his way to education by the labor oi
his own hands. At the big summer
hotel he served as an amateur guide
boatman, equerry, escort, to those who
needed him. 1t was Henry who best
knew where lurked the biggest bass
and to what bait they would rise. HI
could sail a single sticker with the in
trepidity and assurance of cup chal
| lenger. He could row for hours with
| out fatigue. He rode like life guards
man and knew the secret pockets Of
the woods like trapper. In addition
Henry Lestrange was as handsome
as the young Antinous, student wht
bade fair to become a scholar, a gen
tleman by instinct, and within his as
piring breast dweit a soul whose young
ambition had raised ladder whose
higher rungs were hidden in the sym
pathetic skies.
This was the attendant who hat
been placed wholly at the service O
Miss Carrolls party-which meant a.
| the nlea Sure of Miss Carroll herself {