The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1905-07-17

blackly up from the horizon, and the
sea moancd as II broke in sobs along
the shore. They do that kind OF thing
all right. I used to think that went
with the summer man, but 1t doesn't.
MacGregor Clarence Blair said he
hadn't showed up siuce breakfast, and
he'd seen him making bee line for the
glen. and he'd said, whats yer hurry?"
ana the professor had said he hOpetl
ne could have one morning in peace to
study without that laundering crowd
OF old mnids hiking after him.
We didn't believe MacGregor. He
looks like pale, new sand fiy. and his
father and mother own all Of No Mans
Land. The professor never In all this
world used such words as hiking and
laundering. but MacGregor did. There
fore, l may say, In the same common
parlance, that the whole laundering
crowd OF old maids pitched in and lam
basted MacGregor until his pretty
white linen suit was not fair to see and
his twining curls were full of sand
burs. Then he howled and retracted.
and we all went up the glen after the
professor.
The glen deepens and darkens as you
go in, and the sides are rocky and pre-
cipitous. with much shrubbery and un-
dergrowth and scraggly pine trees list.
ell to winlward. And just as the first
streak of lightning quivered in the sky
We heard faint shout for help.
1t was the professor. He hung sus-
pended in air OH the bare limb of a
dead pine that Jutted out from the rock
halfway up the blum, like Genius on
Pegasus, the widow said-on a petrified
Pegasus.
Then Genevieve Perley, our college
product, said Pegasus couldn't be pet
rified. He would have to be ossified,
And the widow began to cry and sat
down OH log and said she didn't care
a bit either way, ossified or petrified,
and Professor Vogel was such lovely
man and always paid his board like
gentleman, and she hated to see him
killed before her eyes, and she never
felt SO much like fainting before In nil
her life.
Genevieve said fainting was counted
out. He was fine target for light
ming up there, and, while it was none Of
her business and she had no interest in
the professor as lovely man or in the
continuance of his regular board pay
Ing, still she thought rope might be q
good thing.
In mountainous countries.' began
Agatha, the artist, who has been Eu-
ropized. II believe they tic rope
around the waist of one person.
'It's the shoulders" said Genevieve;
kind of n slipknot"
The professor shouted for help again,
this time fainter still.
NO; the waist" said Agatha firmly.
"And lower that person over the noun
tain side until he rescues the other
| party"
Lets lower MacGregor," murmured
Gcnevieve, but the widow cried and
said her feet were getting wet and she
didn't think 1t was right to Joke in the
face of death. That braced us up, be-
cause the professor did look like 1t, so
while the fieeting moments sped Gene
| We've and l sped fleeter and found
some clothcslines and couple Of husky
lads in sweaters from the peanut stand
and the boathOuse, and we sped back to
the glen.
Then the husky lads climbed the
bluff on the sandy side and did the
Alpine act with the clotheslines. assist
ell by several ropes from the boatlouse,
and before our eyes the professor was
pulled back to life and liberty.
He is resting now. 1t Is dark and
still Mt the villa. No hops or mando-
lins. tonight. The shock will bring him
to, think, from the botanical dream
and cause him to concentrate his joy
on some loving, sympathetic heart, and
1t may be your PERDlTA.