The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1902-01-09

| ""hSo WI .. ' dH MduTlCe, one morning.
HE must be a remarkabl young
man. Your mother was telling me
about him the other day"
He is a remarkable young man."
answered Harold, warmly. "Just now
he is absorbed in new invention,
and can hardly be dragged away from
1t. But perhaps l can bring him out
| Tomorrow"
The next evening they were all gath
cred in Mrs. Van Maurice's cozy music
room. During the conversation the
hostess occasionally regarded her
guest with puzzled, inquiring ex-
preston. She had never seen him be-
fore, but. somehow, his features
seemed familiar; and that peculiar
way he had of throwing back his head
why, she had seen it dozens of times.
Suddenly a mirthful CLEAN of recog-
milton swept the shadows from her
face, and she rose quickly-with her
thought was to act.
You say that your sister should
| have crossed the ocean before this. Mr..
Fitzgerald" she said, land that you
have not heard from her. Do you re-
semble each other?"
people used to say so, I believe:
but Elsie appropriated all the beauty
which rightfully ought to have been
| divided between u.s."
Those attributes naturally 90 to the
| sisters,' said Mrs. Van Maurice. smil-
ingly. But would you mind going
| downstairs with me moment. l have
| something to show you"
| AS they left the room, Mr.. Van Maui
rice rose with the remark that he
would 60 into the library after the
chessmen. Hardly had he disappeared
when Harold heard a slight rustic at
the hall door.
SIS Mrs. Van Maurice here?"
"Esther!" Harold's face was in a
| glow as he stepped toward her. "No,
| don't co. as she drew back; 81 want to
| speak to you, dear. I have been COM
ing here for weeks, and have only Just
been able to catch glimpses of you as
you fitted through some distant door.
| cannot endure"
'Why, what absurdity," she inter-
rupted, her face flushing. eve do not
even know each others Names"
He looked blank, but only for a mo-
ment. Something even in her railing
gave him courage.
What of it?' he asked, boldly.
Names don't signify. We know each
other. And, besides, the names can
be easily remedied. am Harold Allyn
Feners, at your service"
"What?" the glow fading from her
face. and then coming back in a quick
food of eager questioning. mot my
brothers friend?"
| 1t was his turn to look surprised.
"Yonr brother? don't understand. ="
"Reginald Fitzgerald. He is nv
brother"
| "O-h!"
There were sudden footsteps. then:
"Here you are, Esther. We have
been looking for you everywhere. l
wish to introduce you to my friend,
| Mr.. Fitzgerald.'
An hour later Reginald and his sister
were standing in the hall, waiting for
| the carriage that was to take them
| home.
| ''It has come out all right. Essie,"
he said, little soberly; $50 perhaps
it will be as well to say no more about
it. But why did You not look in city
directory?"
Her hands went up with a quick ges-
ture of dismay.
Reggie, I never once thought of it. -
Harold remained half an hour long
er. When he left, his aunt followed
| him to the door.
-"By the way, Harold" she said, as
| she reached up to brush a stray fieck
of dust from his coat. you must allow
me to congratulate you"