The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1908-11-19

Il told you did not said Morley
coldly. Il know no one BY the name
of Smithers. and advise you to-
"Smothers. not Smithers," interrupt
ed the old man hopefully. "A heavy
sot man, sandy Completed, about
twenty-nine. two front teeth out, about
five foot
"Oh, 'Smothersr exclaimed Morley.
'Sol Smothers? Why, he lives In the
next house to me. thought you said
'Smithers.'"
Morley looked at his watch. You
must have watch. You can do 1t for
a dollar. Better go hungry than fore
go gunmetal or the ninety eight cent
one that the misunderstanding to
these watchmakers-are run by.
THE bishop Of Long Island" said
Morley, was to meet me here at 8 to
dine with me at the Kingfshers' club.
But | can't leave the father Of my
friend Sol Smothers alone on the
street. By st. Swithin, Mr. Smothers,
we Wall street men have to work:
Tired Is no name for 1t! l was about
to step across to the other corner ana
have glass Of ginger ale with dash
of sherry when you approached me.
You must let me take you to Sors
house, Mr.. Smothers. But before we
take the car hope you will join mo
in"-
An hour later Morley seated himself
OH the end of q quiet bench In Madi-
son square with twenty-five cent
cigar between his lips and $40 In
deeply creased bills in his inside
pocket. Content. light hearted, iron
ical, keenly philosophic. he watched
the moon drifting In and out amidst
maze OF flying clouds. An old. rag
ged man with low bowed head sat
at the other end Of the bench.
Presently the old man stirred and
looked at his bench companion. In
Morley's appearance be seemed to rec
ognize something superior to the usual
nightly occupants Of the benches.
"Kind SIR" he whined, III you could
spare dime or even few pennies to
| one who
Morley cut short his stereotyped ap-
peal by throwing him dollar.
"God bless your said the old man,
I've been trying to find work for"-
''Work!." echoed Morley. with his ring.
ing laugh. "You are fool. my friend
| The world Is rock to you. no doubt.
/ but you must be an Aaron and smite
it with your rod. Then things better
than water will gush out Of It for you
That is what the world Is for. II gives
] to me whatever want from it,
God has blessed you" said the old
man. ut is only work that have
known. And now can get no more"
Il must go home.' said Morley. ris
| ing and buttoning his coat. Il stopped
| here only for smoke. ] hope yor
may find work. !"
MAY your kindness be rewarded thi:
night" said the old man.
oh" said Morley. ''you have. youl
wish already am satisfied. ! think
good luck follows me like dog.
am for yonder bright hotel across ths
square for the night. And what 4
moon that Is lighting mp the city to
night! think no one enjoys the moon
light and such little things rs I do
Well. good night to yon.''
Morley walked to the corner where
he would cross to hts hotel He blew
slow streamers Of smoke from his
cigar heavenward. 4 policeman pass
ing saluted to his benign nod. What !
fine moon 1t was!
The clock struck 8 as q girl just en-
tering womanhood stopped on the cor
ner, waiting for the approaching car
She was hurrying as II homewart
from employment or delay. Her eye
were clear and pure; she was dresset
in simple white; she looked eagerly fo
the car and neither to the right nor th'
left
| Morley knew her. Eight years be
fore he had sat on the same bencl
with her at school. There had been n,
sentiment between them-nothing bu
the friendship Of innocent days.
But he turned down the side stree
to quiet spot and laid his suddenl.
burning face against the cool iron 0
lamppost and said duly:
"God, I wish could der