The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1908-11-05


dark and long and sinuous few and
enveloped her neck like an anaconda.
Russian sables " said the Kid pride
fully, enjoying the sight of Molly's
round cheek against the clinging fur
''the real thing. They don't grow any
thing in Russia too good for you, Moll"
Molly plunged her hands into the
muff, overturned & row of the family
infants and few to the mirror Hint
for the beauty column: To ma1o
bright eyes. rosy cheeks and 4 be-
witching smile-recipe. one set Rus
sian sables. Apply.
| When they were alone Molly became
aware Of small cake of the Ice of
common sense floating down the full
tide OF her happiness.
you're a bird. all right, Kid" she
admitted gratefully. II never had any
furs on before In my life. But amt
Russian sables awful expensive? Seems
to me I've heard they were"
Have I ever chucked any bargain
sale stuff at you, Moll?" asked the Kid.
with calm dignity. Did you ever no
tfce me leaning on the remnant coun-
ter or peering in the window of the
five and ten? Call that scarf $3.50 and
the muff $175 and you won't make any
mistake about the price of Russian
sables. The swell goods for me! Say.
they look fine on you. Moll."
Molly Rugged the sables to her bosom
In rapture, and then her smile went
away little by little, and she looked
steadily.
He knew what every look of hers
meant, and he laughed. with faint
flush upon his face.
"Cut 1t out" he said, with affection
ate roughness II told you was done
with that. bought 'em and paid for
'em, all right, with my own money"
''Out Of the money you worked for.
Kid? Out Of $75 q month";
''Sure. ! been saving up"
Lets see-saved $425 in eight
months, Kid?''
"Ah. let upv' said the Kid. with some
heat. II had some money when went
to work. Do you think I've been hold
Ing 'em up again? ! told you I'd quit
They're paid for on the square. Put
'em on and come out for walk"
Molly calmed her doubts. Stables are
soothing. Proud as a queen, she went
forth in the streets at, the Kids side
In all that region of low lying street.
Russian sables had never been seer
before. The word sped, and doors ant
windows blossomed with heads eagel
to see the swell furs Kid Brady hat
given his girl. All down the stree
there were ''ohs" aud "ahs." and th,
reported fabulous sum paid for tn,
sables was passed from Tip to lip, in
creasing as it went. At her right el
bow sauntered the Kid, with the air o
princes. Work had not diminished hi
love Of pomp and show and his passion
for the costly and genuine. On Il cor
ner they saw group of the Stovepip
gang loafing. immaculate. They raise,
their hats to the Kids girl and wen
OIL with their calm, unaccented pal
aver
Three blocks behind the admire,
couple strolled Detective Ransom o
the central Office. Ransom was til
only detective on the force who coul,
walk abroad with safety in the Stove
pipe district. He was fair dcalin
and unafraid and went there with tn
hypothesis that the inhabitants wer
human. Many liked him. and now an
,, then one would tip off to him some
, thing that he was looking for.
whats the excitement down th
!, street?" asked Ransom of pale yout
!. in red sweater.
"Dey're ont rubberin' at a set Q
buffalo robes Kid Brady staked hi
girl to-" answered the youth. "Som
say he paid $500 for de skins. Dey'r
swell all right enough
. Il hear Brady has been working 9
. his old trade for nearly year." sal
the detective HE doesn't travel wit
the gang any more. does hep.
He's workin', all right" said til
red sweater 'but-Say. sport are yO