The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1902-01-16
A Literary
Woman's TrouSeau
av MARGARET @. FAwcETT.
Copyrighted by Daily Story Pub. Coy

ruth. and this is one of my honest
h,lf hours. Yes, I deliberately SET
nv cap for him, so you may congratu'
,.,a me on my conquest. The bride.
el,et of a senator and next winter
Observation-Disclosures, the Mecca
of nv fondest dreams! He proposed
to.night-the senator, you know
ofaer women may feel differently
nres,ime. though, in such matters
we're all very much alike-but pro-
nosal has tremendously exhilarat,
ING effect on me. I've received four
In the course of my career and
never had to acquire the taste. -Four
proposals! Not a bad record for "a
Young person rather clever with the
men," as | once heard that odious
Mrs. De Bruyn Hops describe ME
Cgh, how hate her!
Confdentially, D., 1 thought he'd
never come to the point. Not that
he was the least bit nervous. o, no
he's too phlegmatic for that. But he
was raspingly deliberate, take-your.
time-and-do-it-well, quite-conscious.
of the-honor I'm comforting - that
sort of manner, you know. Plenty OF
segard and respect, nothing at all OF
sweetheart and love. Then he kissed
me on the forehead. 1t made me
think of corpse. Well, it's what my
middle-aged heroes have always done
SO I ought to be thankful that one
middle-aged illustration has verified
my theory. D, I have ceased to
be |, first person singular, nominative
case, but henceforth and forever
must be corrugated as his, third per-
son singular, possessive case, to agree
with No, 1 refuse to agree perpetu-
ally with anybody.
Well, we're to be married in June
dear D., which implies some tall
hustling on my part as regards
clothes. Thank goodness, there are
no rejected manuscripts these days,
and | can afford trousseau that will
satisfy even my fastidious future lord
and master. But it means work. Tn
afraid, dear D., if it were not for
those honest half hours I spend with
you before l take up my pen serious
", I'd write the f1attest, stupidest
stuff. 0, yes, I've tried it and 1 know
! suppose the machinery of my brain
needs exercising before it is suffi-
GENTLY timber to pen "those exquis-
ltely spirituelle things
March 30-Saw the senator off to.
day and bought my best hat. D.,
that hat is troubling me. It's not at
all what the best hat of the senator's
pride should be. Alas, no! Picture,
Gear D, an extremely modest lit
tle AFFAIR, the strawlike green rushes,
with punches of violet tucked unob-
.ruslvely away here and there. O, its
becoming enough, but I realize that
'ne best hat of the senator's wife
should be gorgeous affair of lace
ana flowers. And it wasn't question
OF money, either. D.. I could have
Afforded La Ferte's most sumptuous
creation. But, I'll tell you how it
happened, and why there1l repose
.nls summer atop this golden brown
aead-sounds like one of nv own
heroines, doesn't it-a poem in vio-
ie's' a poem of the pastoral or
usr' instead of gorgeous sym
phony in up-to-dates coloring. I've
mentioned Freddie to YOU before.
:. nave l not, dear D.? Night ed
.sof on that hateful News. You re-
member it rejected my first manu-.
S.fip1. The day submitted it I met
freddie for the first time and fell in
.u.e On the spot. 1t was his eyes, ]
iih' lhey're the blackest gray YOU
ever saw with the kindliest fashion
y smiiing at you even when the face
= grave. No, he's never told me that
~ - i1sed me, but, between you and
a. -, he never needed to, with
Ilose eyes. But, little heather that
sr. We preached my hatred of pow
a. 70 MN all the time we nave been
trends. : And it's true, 1 hate it. D.
"a oeiieve that even with Freddie
nh,. nha genteel poverty-odious
fnaa fe-endurable. All, you and ]
nv. nv" some secrets, don't we? There
as' De pages in the beginning that
az =. uhfeadable, SO blurred with tears
&c &c, 'ney--pages that tell of a timid
ss ss,s struggles in greedy, elbowing,
..insn' !. heartless, wicked city. And
ws e poverty then! 1t was dreadful
~, W nave succeeded, dear D vo,
cos. put alas! we remember the
ts, ~. Quite the best people have
daa eh us up, but, somehow, deeu
ts an IN our hearts, we don't vain.
n e pest people so much, do we,
But about the hat. I started
With J. .own this morning, you know,
fha n .ne hrst intention of purchasing
;ns. - uost stupendous affair. Wei,
tha q. the corner of BrowninD,s
saw rs1s. .n,s side of Nine. LaFerte's, l
sss. FREDDIE. He didn't see me nj
Sa he was talking to a man. and
him oe sure feasted my eyes on
"a m .,.' ana D.. his oyercoat looked
ai..aaoo aaooy and somehow he looked 60
sssased ! mated to throw my