The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1905-06-08

She wore a short pink gown, with
sleeves turned back and collar turned
in. and in her hand she carried what
appeared to be 4 wet napkin. She
greeted him with a negligent nod. put
ting him still further at ease by her
inquiry.
'Have you'll don't suppose you
have--but have you seen i small dog
that looked as if he were sneaking
away from home?"
Trent was off his horse in moment,
while he assured her that. though he
had encountered no such animal. he
was sure that he could find it should
she command. She put away his offer.
''Oh. he'll come back! Only he
knows it's wrong-and like to be
obeyeu"
I'D obey in jiffy-if you'd tell me
to come in," Trent yentured boldly.
Miss Barry was all occurrences for q
moment; then wicked gleam danced
into her eyes.
"Ccme-pray do" she invited sweet
". And moment later he had tied his
horse and was walking beside her up
the grayeled path where the grass
grew unrebuked. Everywhere there
was disorder, but it was of the pic
torial sort that has an attraction all
its own. To Hemingway Trent, accus-
toned to grounds that were bathed
and shaved almost as regularly as their
masters. it was oddly charming. His
no hi
Ing, lingering gaze, construed in diff
fereIt way.
"Pities us, l suppose, because we
haven't head gardener and two or
three assistants" she thought to her
| self resentfully. Thereupon she de-
| cided to shock his sensibilities still
more.
Its rather informal, know" she
said glibly. but I'm going right on
! with my work." And she led the way
| around to the rear Of the house. You
see, I've just been doing few Of the
small fine pieces myself; the China
man brings them back streaked in so
many shades of pink and blue"
She looked at him furtively, but 1t
was evident he was thoroughly mysti-
fed. She was obliged to be more ex-
plicit.
washing, you know" she elaborat-
ed, pointing to an Indian basket heap
ed with linen that stood on the grass.
"Now just make yourself comfortable
and talk to me while work. And she
proceeded rather ostentatiously to
spread out some dainty handkerchiefs
and napkins on the adjoining rose
| bushes. while her caller looked on in
shocked, speechless amazement.
"Oh, say! You oughtn't to do this,
| you know. It's ridiculous; it's an out
rage. Get Chinaman who'll do the
right thing There must be one some
| where"
Miss Barry became sweetly pensive.
Resignment spoke from every line Of
her face.
There are some,' she admitted, "but
they charge, oh, fearfully" Then, with
hands locked behind her, she stood
back and regarded the bushes where
i all the sweet rose faces were now hid
den from the sun with a yirtuous en-
thusiasm. THAT saves papa as much
as dollar" she said proudly, "and
every little helps"
Trent murmured something, he did
not precisely know what, SO busy he
was trying to think what 1t must be
like, the financial condition that made
the saving Of dollar SO great thing.
Brenda covertly watched him with
fiendish delight, which was, it is true,
modified when she discovered that his
surprise was changing into a sort of
awed admiration.
Still she managed to convey to him
before he took his dazed departure that
she usually spent the early morning
hours gardening. working in another
pathetic reference their need of econ
omy.
| Promptly the next morning Trent,
clad in the most .disreputable clothes
he could procure, might have been
seen hanging about the Barrydene
hedges When the daughter of the
house finally made her appearance 1t
was not SO early. though, us he had
been led to believe. He walked In bold
ly, announcing with the simplicity Of
the carly Trents-the market garden
ones-that he'd come to help. Miss
Barry's face turned riotous red, and
she tried to dissuade him, but for an
hour or more he digged and delved at
her side right sturdily. Once begun,
there was no stopping him, and Carris-
ton watched the disgraceful affair
aghast. When later on the gardening
led to the usual result Brenda looked
him straight In the eye.
II fancy that have angled for you
just as much as the Others she said
breathlessly. But Hemingway Trent
only laughed.
What difference so long as like
your bait:" he questioned.
Seaweeds.
Aside from their use as food by man