The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1907-02-07
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BY MARGARET MUZZEY
Copyright, 1905, by Ruby Douglas


proval of her small brother, Tom, Il
consideration by no means to be de-
Epised, when the curate of st. Judes
appeared on the scene and spoiled it
the usual order of events came when
Mildred refused to play golf on Sun
day
When a person can play all the
week." she said, 81 think he ought to
make difference on Sunday"
"Hut it is my only opportunity to
play with you, and l spend my week
ends here for that sole purpose" plead
ed Whitney. II cannot understand
this sudden access of conscience
Mildred looked offended, and Whit
ney was about to apologize when Tom
slipped hand through his arm.
'Come and go around with me, Mr..
Whitney. Mildred is little morbid
just now, but it won't last" and as they
went away together Tom explained.
''It is that curate chap-he came out
here last Monday and spent the week
all the women are crazy about him.
Heaven knows what there is about
collar that buttons behind, but girls
always go down before it like nine
pins"
WAS he-was he especially attentive
to any one?" Whitney's voice shook.
"Sure-stuck to AIilly like barnacle
to a lampx0st. thought when she
saw him play golf she'd break away.
1t was enough to make angels bawl."
did you say she was pleased with
Couldn't drive six feet-made eleven
strokes and six foozles to the first
green, them
But do you think she enjoyed
"Then putted out in five. What do
you think of that?'
"It was hideously excruciating, re-
voting spectacle! Did Miss Mildred
appear interested in
"He drove four balls into the brook
and instead of cussing like gentleman
he said, Dear me, what an exasper-
ating gamer"
1t was no use trying to get any salts
faction from Tom. He talked of moth
ing but the curate's foozles and fall
ures, and the only information Whitney
obtained was that the parson intended
to be at Windcliff every week during
the remainder of the summer.
The next Saturday Whitney found
Mildred more than ever ensnared by
the curate. She not only refused to
play golf Sunday, but read a book
called Marrow Paths" all the evening.
Tom walked to the station with Mr..
Whitney Monday morning and asked
If there was anything he could do for
him.
"Get rid Of the foozling parson," said
Tom. ''He uses his irons like grave
digger, and he has lost three of my new
handmade pneumatics."
II wish he was missionary" sighed
Whitney.
"In the cannibal islands, added
Tom.
The following Friday Whitney re-
ceived postal card with these words:
''Plot thickens. Take vacation.
Tom.'
Whitney, panic stricken, went to
| Windcliff on the next train. He found
Tom on the ninth green about to try a
difficult stroke, and, laying hands sud
denly upon him, asked breathlessly:
"What did you mean by that postal
card?'
LUCKY you didn't grab till I had
made that put. 1 might have jiu jit-
sued you," said Tom. Lets see, .
counting on his fingers, "four to the
brook, one on to the green; that is
! five
Answer my question" Whitney
shook him roughly
1.-TWO puts in seven. Oh, that was
just threat. Thought you better be
/ on the spot. Here comes the fooZling
fascinator now"
After introducing the curate, Tom i'll
quired anxiously:
"How is your head today, Mr.. SetonY
"All right when I am up and about
thank you." Turning to Whitney: Il
have suffered from the most peculiar
symptoms lately. When lie down al
night have rumbling sound in my
head that prevents my sleeping"
GLOW do you account for it" asked
Whitney.
"It's the beastly dampness," Tom re
marked. "a man here last summer
began with exactly your symptoms and
his doctor told him if he didn't sc
away from the lake quick he would be
a raving maniac"
The curate turned pale.
ssDear me, should hate to leave this
delightful place, but l cannot run sucl
risk as that"
BY August SO many boarders arrived
that the landlady turned the boys and
bachelors into the "Anne," small cot
tage divided into bedrooms by THU
wooden partitions, and the curate, Mr.
Whitney and Tom were relegated Il
these quarters, Toms room being be
tween the other two.
Whitney passed the time playing
golf with Tom, who was singularly ua
like himself. Instead Of being indefat
igable and bubbling over with spirits
he was languid and dull. He said th'
d hare possibility Of having foozler en-
1 tsr his family reduced his nervous sys
1em fo pulp
what - earth did you bring nj
here forf aslsed Whitney. = can't Sc
Il nnythlag of yOur sistsr without tina