The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1904-08-04

1t CouI0n De, DICK. lou are too
too
'say it, Eleanor-too fat, suppose
you mean"
Not exactly" desperately, '.but you
are too prosperous and too well salts
fed"
Il admit the prosperity, and have
no reason to be dissatisfied. I really
thought, until I saw you again, that l
needed nothing more to make my life
full and complete. Now I want you"
Every afternoon and evening for the
next four days he pleaded. demanded,
argued-but to no avail She admitted
that she cared for no one else, con-
fessed that she was d-desperately
tired--o of teaching, but she was loyal
to her girlhood's ideal, and he was not
the realization of that ideal.
When she reached the house on
Wednesday afternoon she found in her
room box of violets and note from
Converse:
give it up, Eleanor. was stupidity
presumptuous to think you could care for
fat, badheaded rufiian like me, 1 can
not see you again. 1t all means too much
to me-and too little to you. I leave on
the $3.50 train
Think of me kindly and wear the vio-
let's little while tonight for the sake OF
old times. Their perfume reminds me OF
the days when together we hunted for
them in the woods at old Hill Side Hap.
py days those. when the poetry of life
was still mine and the love of my little
sweetheart Goodby, Eleanor. DICK.
The $50 train! 1t was now 2:45.
Oh, why had she waited to show those
horrid boys about the geometry les
son? Why didn't she come directly
| home2
| She snatched her gloves and purse
| from the table and ran out to the
street. TO her excited Imagination the
subway car simply crawled its slow
way along to Park street. At Park
| street she resisted With difficulty the
inclination to scream as three trains
| for other destinations rumbled by be
| fore one came that would take her to
the South station.
No one would have recognized the
dignifed Miss Selwyn in the excited
girl with flying and flushed cheeks
who ran rapidly down the stairs from
the elevated and rushed through the
citation, dexterously lodging through
the crowd and making her way to The
farther tracks.
''The $50 train" she gasped, paus
ing before the tall guard at the gate.
''Just gone, madam. ''ft is too bad
She did not wait to hear his cour
teous condolences She few to tht
information bureau,
Where is the first stop-this 3:3t
train-going west?" she painted.
Trinity Place." mechanically. "Leav
ing there now Stops on signal a
South birmingham. Next regular stoE
at Worcester
Trinity Place! Hardly block from
home If she had only known!
A dispatch for Richard Converse wa!
carried into the drawing room ca
when the train reached Worcester
and Just as it was about to start agail
an excited man. grasping his hastil.
snatched grip and overcoat, fairl!
tumbled down the steps to the plat
form. He ran along beside the SLOW
moving train while an equally excited
porter passed him bis hat and glove
and with professional dexterity caugh
the tossed half dollar.
Passengers on the next train from
Worcester to Boston might have won
dered at the pretracted study and tn
tender touches given to slip OF vel
low paper by man no longer youn!
and somewhat inclined to stoutness
and peep over his shoulder at TIL
yellow slip would not nave enlightened
them:
Come back I have buried the ideal.
He read the line over and over again
God bless herr he murmured husE
lily. "Ill do my best to resurrect 1t.