The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1904-08-25
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LII. LaWrenCeS mouse well known
voice called, "Hello, Ethelr'
She turned. but he was not behind
her. Then she looked up and beheld
him standing on the ledge outside
second story window. He was clad in
faded blue overalls, and in one hand
was a sponge, while the other held
polishing cloth.
Begun at the bottom of the ladder.
you seev' he called down cheerfully.
doc says IL I'm faithful to the win
dows and the brass knobs may rise /
to be gardener. You'll kindly observe
my occupation is useful"
She made no reply, but walked down
the avenue. the angry color mounting
her cheeks, That evening she received
q note:
Dear Ethel-Tve thrown up my job.
You didn't seem to favor 1t. I shall try
another useful one. Yours, F. B.
The nature OF the new job disclosed
itself two mornings later. Ethel was
In the kitchen giving some instructions
at the back door but Brigham, white
frocked. delivery basket on his arm
and whistling irrepressibly.
| Good morning" he said. This 70
perhaps somewhat more useful than
window cleaning. People must eat, you
| know"
Doubtless" said Ethel coldly.
"Not so bad either" he went on reck-
lessly. Meet lots Of nice girls. The
BeRtons' cook-she's quite a sumner
| f1irted with me desperately this morn
ing"
"Frederickr' she said and hurried
from the kitchen.
Another note appeared that evening.
Il have resigned from butcherdom," /"
it read. "but will persevere elsewhere" !"
Some days later she encountered him
again She had been out to the Coun-
try club with young Martin that after
! noon, and it was dusk when they
alighted from the suburban train. As
they hurried along the platform ia
miliar voice said. "kerridge, mum?"
1t was Frederick. decked in the livery
of old Sam, the Brighams coachman.
made 81 rs today" he chuckled
gleefully.
Her face grew tense.
when Is this ridiculous burIesque to
end? she inquired In u strained voice
and without waiting for his reply she
hurried after Martin.
The climax came one late February
afternoon. Ethel had left the cross
town car at the corner and was hurry
Ing UP the avenue When she reached
st. Batolph's she saw quite a GROVE
standing on the sidewalk staring up
ward. She. too. looked up. A light
ming rod ran up the brownstone spire
and on the lightning rod. slowly. pain
fully working his way upward. was {
man. She turned away with Iittl,
shiver Of horror, but as she did SO
well dressed man beside her cried ex
citedly:
"By George! It's Brigham Fredd,
Brigham"
!, She stopped, sick with dread, yet sh,
could not keep her eyes from tha
black dot on the spire She saw hin
creep up to the very apex; saw lin
climb the rod that supported tn
weather vane There he drew from
somewhere q hammer, cleared til
snow from the vane and with severa
blows of the hammer set 1t free t
swing to the wind Then he cam
!. down the rod to the bell deck and dis
!. appeared through trapdoor Will
the crowd cheered
Ethel. giddy with the strain Of th
last few minutes, entered the churcl
In the vestibule she saw Brigham an
the sexton, who was handing him som
bills.
; "Hellov' called the former. catchin
! sight Of her. "It was really useful
vane showed up, you know, and PEI
Q pie In the vicinity couldn't tell whic
way the wind was blowing Did 70
: want to see the sexton?" he adde
pointedly, whereat that functionar
y discreefly took his leave.
II Frederick Brigham she bega
2 bravely, but suddenly the tears cam
: and she began to sob. He watche
Z her coyertly for q moment and final
1 decided to risk an arm about her.
J Perhaps I'm useful. after ALL
suggested.
( "You are! Oh, you are!' she sa
wildly.
u ITO your be hinted.
"Of course" she said, clinging
him.
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