The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1902-05-29
BENTON, LOUISIANA, THURSDAY, MAY

Thousand francs which I am squan-
derlng as economically as possible in
places where heiresses congregate, in
the hope of finding one credulous
enough or sufficiently in love with
me to marry me. There is my honest
confession. l hope you will pardon
my former words, which were simply
professional falsehoods.
Lynne-Why do you tell me this?
De Sailly-Because-and this is the
first avowal, which you would have
last-oecause love you.
Lynne-Since this morning?
De Sailly-I loved you at first sight.
l have loved you little more every
time have met you, and l have tried
to meet you every day. But in love
l am skeptic, almost an atheist, and
that I have dared to tell you my love
shows how completely it has mas
tered me. This is, perhaps, the first
time in my life that I have acted up
rightly. Do not be too angry with
me.
Lynne (much affected, dreamily)-
You are right. 1t is pity.
De Sailly-That we are now so far
apart?
Lynne-No, but that we are too
near together. l am in the same po-
sition as yourself. I have neither
chateau nor horses, neither yachts
nor diamond mines. I am hunting for
rich husband in the same coverts
that you are beating down for a
lowered wife, and L am not very pa
tiently awaiting the portion of happi-
ness or misery that fate may bring
me. I am tired of playing the role
of candle to decrepit moths with
golden wings. I am pretty, you see,
too pretty, and so l have no right
to anything but what I may fetch in
the market. I am only chattel like
railway bond or Sevres vase. Your
frankness deserves a return, and it
shall have it. I, too, have another
confession to make. It will be as
harmless as yours, since our two i'm
pecunious fates can never be one. In
the short time that have known YOU
I have guessed, from various trifing
signs, that you were not enormously
rich, but still believed you had
oh, how shall express it?
De Sailly-A modest competence, az
people say?
Lynne-That is it. And on this
foundation l built a romance-the
e rS< 4 a ~ fo1t rom, mo of ,,,,, 1:fe =
gave up pining for the stars, and was
happy in dreaming of a modest, sim
pie existence-with you.
De Sally (sadly)-We were de-
signed for each other, but destined
never to realize the design.
Lynne-Like SO many others in this
queer world!
De Sailly-And, loving each other,
we shall each contract the most stu
pidly conventional of marriages with
some one else.
Lynne-And regret it all our lives.
CA long silence. Then their hands
clasp as if by instinct.)
Lynne Tin choking voice)-Is it
adieu?
De Sailly-Au revoir, rather, for
who knows? Are you doing Nice this
winter?
Lynne-Yes, and you?
De Sailly-Of course. Perhaps we
can help each other.
Lynne (more cheerfully)-Agreed!
Au revoir, then.
(De Sally presses her hand and is
gomez
Nine. d'Avila (returning)-Well!
How about De Sally? Is he COM
ing on?
Lynne-Oh, mamma, mamma! He
is a-colleague.-N. Y. Post.
How Jocko Carried on the jam.
A sweet little story concerning .
pet monkey and a pot of jam is
vouched for by Johns Hopkins uni
versity man now residing on McCul'
loh street. 1t was in the country and
all on summers day the family
monkey was seen scudding homewa I'd
literally drenched IN raspberry jam.
He was pursued by an irate neighbor
with uplifted broom, but once safe on
the home plat he swung himself
lightly into the nearest tree and
peacefully listened to her tale OF
wrong. It seems the neighbor had
some hours before been making jam,
a great bowl of which sat cooling on
table beneath the trees. This the
monkey spied, but had scarcely start
ed literally helping himself to it
when he was discovered. With loud
outcry and the brool. the lady start.
ed toward him, when che mischievous
beast, knowing his minutes were
numbered, hastily overturned the
bowl on the table. Then rolling him.
self ioyously in it several times from
head to heels he scampered beyond
her reach. During the recital of he'
woe, and in fact for the remainder OF
the day, the monkey sat scooping the
sweetmeat from his body and licking
his paws with glee.-Baltimore Sun
A Friendly Tip.
young man." said the Irish magis'
trate, as youthful prisoner was
brought before him, Il would advise
you to make a full confession if yor