The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1904-08-04
HER IDEAL
MAN
BY OHIO 3. sENGA
Copyright, 1904. by T. C. Mcclure

4uey were ulSCusSlIlS tue Weuulng.
Didn't 11Ilie look heavenly?" cried
the girl who wrote stories.
VERY sweet assented the school
teacher.
''And subdued." added the editor,
laughing
mo one says anything about the
groom's appearance-or mlne," grum.
bled the best man, land l came all the
way from Nebraska just for this wed
ding"
You looked quite like Bostonian.
I assure you," said the girl with the
violin consolingly.
"As for Mr.. Adams, he looked just
as he always does. all bones and
brains," asserted the schoolteacher.
II admire that type immensely
The westerner was not tall and was
somewhat inclined to stoutness.
my cousin Abe is an undeniably
brainy man." he retorted. but be-
Iieve me. Miss Selwyn, some slight
covering of adipese tissue over the
bones is not Incompatible with intel
tectuality."
"Do you return to Nebraska at ones.
Mr.. ConverseY' interposed the artist
paciically.
Il did intend to leave Boston tonight.
but ! have found that my ranch needs
a mistress. | shall remain q week
longer and hope to persuade some one
to go with me-
The words were uttered laughingly.
but there was significant look In the
keen gray eyes that betrayed bis ear
nestness of purpose. There were vary
ing exclamations Of surprise from six
of his hearers. The seventh remained
| scornfuIly silent. The others looked
When eight young women have lived
together for year and one Of the num-
| Der has just departed with the bless
| ing of the pastor and the shower Of
rice devised by Satan it is not I'M
natural for the others to wonder.
"Wha nexti"
You promised to show me the beau
ties Of the library. Miss Selwyn," said
! Converse. turning to the silent one.
'Can we go tomorrow z
after | o'clock" she replied quiet
ly, but her dark eyes met his with a
! look Of understanding and defiance. Hf
you will wait until the next day, Sat
| urday."
I'VE will go tomorrow" he decided
quickly.
How can you spare the time for
sightseeing, Mr.. Converse" queried the
/ artist teasingly Il should think you
would want every hour of the week for
your wooing."
81 shall waste no time in my sight
seeing" returned Converse. with mark
ed emphasis, "and you must under
stand that a western wooing is less
deliberate than is usually considered
necessary in New England. There are
no 'superfuous women In Nebraska,
and with US it's case of learn your
fate at once and get out Of the way to
make room for the next man."
$50 these are the famous paintings
of Puvis de Chavannes," remarked
Converse the next day, bestowing a
very hasty glance at the mural dec
| orations at the Public library. sThey
are doubtless all that you have said Of
them, Eleanor, but they really have
little interest for me just now. l want
to talk with you. You are disappoint-
ed in me, Eleanor"
Miss Selwyn's pale face flushed pain
fully.
at was very good OF you. Dick, to
keep the secret l have never told the
others that I knew you before you
went west or Of our silly correspond
| ence."
| 81 don't call 1t silly" he said stoutly.
"The only foolish thing about it is that
I did not come for you long ago. You
were only fifteen when I left Vermont
That is fifteen years ago, and
''Heayens!' she cried hastily. Don't
remind me of MY age. An old maid
schoolteacher, l suppose you're think
ing
"Nothing Of the kind. l was about
to say that in all those years l have
never seen any one who made me for
get you, Eleanor. If only you felt the
same toward me-
| s.But 1 don't, Dick" deprecatingly;
"you-you have changed"
Not In my heart, Eleanor
She opened small portfolio and
took out faded photograph. See
Dick. this is the man love"
He looked at it curiously and laughed
softly.
1.-THE boy, you mean. | must have
been about twenty then. Pretty little
fellow, wasn't I? Aren't those curling
locks poeticalT"
She put the picture away hastily.
''You had the soul of poet then,
she cried resentfully.
"That is twenty years ago. Eleanor
and I've had some hard battles witt
the world since then. The poetry i:
pretty well battered out of me, | con
fess, but you might go home with m'
and put some poetry into my life onct
more"