The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1907-05-16

His sincerity and straightforwardness
spoke not only in his frank and genial
manner. but in every direct glance Of
his steady gray eyes, every motion of
his well poised head.
'Tired?' said Rufus Maythorn few
months later, looking at bis daughter
across the dinner table that sparkled
with silver and cut glass
Not bit" she answered cheer
fully.
"And you still like your employer?"
''He seems" said Rosamond demure-
ly, ito be a very just and reasonable
sort of person"
1.-The people who know him say fine
things of him." returned her father. II
should judge that he was composed of
brain and muscle rather than of saw
dust"
One evening after office hours, as
Rosamond was walking homeward,
Graham Ellis joined her She had
played so long on the dangerous edge
of discovery that she had become ac-
customed to it, but on this particular
night his sudden presence startled her,
and to gain time she turned into a
shabby side street A girl was just
disappearing into one of the dingy
doorways. 1t was Matty Brown. In
Stantly Rosamond saw O way of eS-
cape.
"Good night" she said, pausing and
abruptly holding out her hand to Ora
ham Ellis.
you live hereY' he interrogated.
A little demon of mischief looked out
of Rosamond's brown eyes.
''Why not?" she queried lightly, al
ready halfway up the steps.
''May l come and see you some time
when you're not too tired or busy?' he
asked.
II should be delighted" smiled Rosa
mond and then Slipped into the dimly
lighted hall, where the figure of Matty
Brown was slowly receding. Here she
waited till she knew that Graham FL
| lis had passed and then went out again,
| her heart beating more than it had
ever done over social triumph. Poor
and dismal and dingy though the place
was, he had cared enough to come and
see her in it. while the men she was &C
customed to meet in the drawing rooms
of her friends would have sneered and
| passed on.
II must have made mistake in the
number, Miss Marsh,' he said to her
the following week. "Was it Is or Ii
I rang at several doors. but no one
seemed to know your name"
We've moved" said Rosamond calm
ly. I'VE don't live there any more"
ooh, see,' said Graham Ellis. There
was long pause. 'Of course he be
gan rather stiffly-'of course if you
don't care to have me CALI
Rosamond bent over her machine. 81
don't know when you've seen where
live if you'll like it," she murmurel
and Ellis was too much IN earnest tt
note the catch of amusement in hel
tone.
Like itv' he cried. "Of course II
1 like it! Do you think it makes any diff
/ ference to me where you live? Surely
| we can't have worked together all these
months without your knowing that
/ love your
! "Ah," said Rosamond, with ripple
/ of whimsical laughter, ''then if moth
ing makes any difference, you Won
mind my being Rufus Maythorn's
daughter instead of Rosamond Marsh
for, you know, there was once an an
cient who set out with lantern t,
look for an honest man: but, since Tn
a modern, I've used a typewriter in
stead. And it led me straight to you.'
ITO man with nothing on earth t.
offer you bnt lover
'Well, isn't that the greatest thing il
the world?" she whispered, flushin,
adorably.