The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1907-07-25

haunting Jean became poignant. She
felt misused
Queer taste he has" she observed.
with a carl of her lip. Then to hide
her pique she conjured a spirit of dar-
ing.
"Oh, let's pass them! Do, dor'
Harold Buckley, ready to please her
or possibly for reasons of his own, en-
tered into the sport and put on power
with great abandon
Jean was almost delirious with the
excitement of swift motion "How jol-
ly'- Then came a sudden jolting and
a desperate adjusting of brakes. They
had struck a rocky place in the road.
Before Harold could slow up Jean was
almost shaken from her seat The
suns rays. OH Il level with their eyes.
blinded them. There was loud re-
port. a scream from Maurice Ankle
ney's auto, which they had graZed in
stopping. and they toppled over into a
shallow ditch, with an extra tire hang
ing to one of their wheels.
Jean felt a sharp pain in her arm as
she picked herself up; then the diver
sion of what followed made her forget
herself. The blond heiress followed up
her screams by an attack upon Harold,
who had just eXtricated himself whole
from the ditch.
'.Nlr Buckley, this is a great way to
drive" she cried in her high voice with
it's slightly foreign accent. "Why don't
you look at your road?'
But she was instantly Modified by
Harold's abject apologies and shook
hands with him quite sweetly.
Maurice who had got to work with
out loss of time. had almost finished
putting on new tire when Jean felt
so faint that she had to sit down OH
the grass. The pain was coming back
into her wrist.
1t was just then that Maurice Ankle
ney happened to look over his shoulder.
He burst out roughly to Harold. who
was still busy with the heiress. Don't
you see the girl is hurt!''
He got to her first, but in a second
they were all bending over her. She
assured them that it was only sprain-
ed wrist.
Maurice gave Buckley his handker-
chief ordering him to bandaga the III
| jured arm tight, and few back to work
again at the tire.
Jean received a feyerish impression
through her pain that there was Il
parley and almost an alteration.
Maurice seemed to be out of patience
with everybody, and the heiress played
him a close second. Jean couldn't see
all the time, bat she heard Madge
Racers voice grow shriler and shriIler
mo: Mr.. Buckley must take the back
seat with Miss Boyce I'll ride in
'front.'
But Mr.. Buckley said that some one
must stay with the disabled machine.
1t came hastily to Jean that he sug-
| gested Maurice as the one to do this.
| AT this Madge Racer insisted that they
take Buckley's auto in tow.
After what seemed hours to Jean she
| felt herself lifted up in somebody's
arms. and the next thing she knew
the wind of rapid motion against her
face brought everything clear to her.
Maurice at her side looked back grim
ly over his shoulder and swore under
his breath.
'All risht?' he questioned. seeing her
looking at him. Guess surprised
them this time. She thought was go
ing to wait to take Buckley in tow
with you about to keel over there on
the ground"
/ But didn't keel over" Her voice
sounded far away.
ooh, no, you didn't. You're game
I'd like to see the heiress in the same
FIX"
There was SO much of genuine ad
miration in his look and tone that Jeat
took new strength for Il moment. She
must have been weak, too, or sht
would not have said what she did next
.'Do-do you really care for hel
money!
Maurice gave her sharp. quicl
look. You must be out of your head,
he muttered as he bent again over til,
guide wheel.
When he was ready to leave her a
home, after the sprain had been caret
, for and the color was creeping bacl
! into her cheeks, he stood over he
couch and asked humbly:
"Am sufficiently blotted out!"
Il think you are" she laughed.
| But I'd like you to be sure" he In
, sisted.
Il am sure" declared Jean. and th
look that came into his blue eyes tol,
/ her that he was satisfied.