The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1905-09-21
lifted her until she beamed happily
over the two creased heads in front Of


them.
The president in acknowledging the
cheers that burst forth gave a purely
personal smile of amusement and good
will to girl whose sparkling face rose
clear above the mass and who In her
excitement snatched derby hat and
waved 1t enthusiastically.
Did you see him smile at meT' she
asked breathlessly, when her feet
touched the pavement
II don't see how he could help It,"
Sedley took her arm and drew her to
one side. as the people hurried on to-
ward the capitol. III you will give
me some information on the subject,
I will see il l can help you find that
lost hotel"
You are just as good as can be-"
she said gratefully. Its the Willard,
and know papa is frantic about me
by this time"
'The Willard? That's easy" And
Sedley's conscience justified the
around your elbow to get your
thumb route which he took to the
hotel, by the theory that it was easier
to walk six blocks through practically
empty streets than to walk two
against a surging mob.
When they reached the hotel, he
took his leave reluctantly. Il wonder
If it would be rude to say I would
like to meet you again?" he asked.
Il don't think it would-very"
There was amusement in her eyes.
Papa would probably like to thank
you for finding this lost hotel"
When she told him her name and
her native state, Sedley's face bright
ened visibly. DO you happen to know
the congressman from the Second dis
tricts' he asked eagerly.
Know him? He read law In papa 8
Office" she said.
The congressman from that Second
district was interrupted at his dinner
that night by young giant who
threatened to break every bone in his
body If he did not take him around to
be introduced to Judge Gaillaird and
his daughter.
The congressman helped himself to
the macaroni and smiled broadly.
"All right, Sedley, my boy; I'll ar.
range it. That's the belle Of our state
don't wonder that you show symp.
toms of having it in the very worst
form"
One afternoon q week later SedleJ
guided Noryelle Gaillaird through the
corridors Of the Congressional library
wearing an expression that would have
affirmed the opinion that there was ne
occupation or pursuit ever followed BY
man that was one-half as pleasant as
guiding sightseers over Washington.
While she read the old English inscrip
tions he wondered IL his native Bosto1
ever saw hat that compared with the
girls little red turban, or If Bostor
ever saw anything so perfect as th'
glowing face set of by her chinchill.
furs.
WAS that turban made from a birt
Of paradise?" he asked musingly.
Bird Of paradise?" She left the ole
English Inscriptions and turned towart
, thology has been woefully neglected
, l think we had better take in the zo'
next. l believe you would find 1t cam'
nearer being the breast Of damingo
: We must hurry back to the hotel II
, time to lunch with papa. He says b.
has scarcely seen me for the last week
But you are a wonderfully cleve
guide" she added approvingly.
!. Let's sit here just minute he salt
persuasively. Its terrible to thinl
you are going home in three days.
y despondently.
Norvelle laughed at his woeful face
You must be Yankee Of deepes
dye" = reproachfully - Ito think goin
south is such terrible ordeal. Yo
!, ought to go see our south before yo
/, say things about it."
, May really Gomez" he asked, an
: his voice made her lower her eyes an
commence a study Of the America
: Beauty she wore on her coat.
I'VE are a hospitable people" sh
said eyasively, "and our house is yer
large"
He leaned forward earnestly, tryin
:. to see her eyes. But don't want
;, venture into your strange land unle.
there would be some one there wh
= would be happy because Of my con
;. ing''-pleadingly.
y She gave him glimpse Of her eye
e ut would make me happy" she sal
softly.
You dear little girl" he whispered
: laying his palm covertly over the lltt
= gloyed hand on the seat beside him.
l. When His Trouble Gomez.
Smith-Do you mean to say yo
dopsf hoyo cnv frOnhlo in Eopnir