The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1909-09-30

you've seen this year. haven't
roamed this farm for years without
finding out where the best ones hide"
mo. shall not go home," Edith de-
clared that evening. I'll show him
before my month is up that I'm good
for something. even if l can't write
stories. Besides. other editors buy
them If he won't. I'd like to know
how he discovered this place. 1
thought it almost belonged to u.s."
ASK him." returned Bert For my
part. I'm glad he's here. even if he
did catch me in my beggar robes. But
pfcking-why. he worked like steam
thrasher. He filed ten quart pail
while was picking four quarts"
i've mind to ask the pilgrim IA
ther to let me ride the hayrake,"
Edith remarked viciously. II used to
when was girl. and intend to
catch that bay colt and ride him to.
morrow without a saddle. don't be-
lievc I've forgotten how
DO. and he'll surely think you ca
pable of running cattle ranch in
Arizona. even If he doesn't accept your
stories.
HE might suggest it in the next re-
fusal he sends me" was the somewhat
bitter response, while a figure sitting
by the window in the adjoining room
heard every word and went on with
the third reading Of a typewriter
manuscript which would have been
very familiar to Edith could she have
seen it at that moment.
Day followed day in quick success
sion until only one week Of vacation
remained. The colt had been ridden
many times. Many were the gaIlops
which the two girls had taken about
the country. The harvest must have
cared for itself, for Mr. Mcpherson
found many an hour in which to act
as escort. But one day the girls went
for the last time to the berry field
Their pals were soon flied. and they
started up the long lane leading from
the pasture to the barn. Halfway
home, where the little brook crossed
IL, Il uclIOu VI llJlSCIlICl uluSl
have entered the brain Of Bert.
Lets hide our berries under that
oak" she said, "and then trace this
stream through the woods. Who knows
what beautiful spots it visits or what
we may findr'
I'm agreed" Edith responded 1--WE
haven't half investigated our garder
| Edenic."
Straight through the center Of the
| oatfield ran the little brook. borderet
| on either side by elm and maple trees
Then it entered the woods. and the
banks became higher. In some places
rocky and precipitous. in others so low
and pebbly it reminded one OF III
ocean beach. Suddenly they caugh
sight Of some flowers part way up thu
bank, where another stream, scemingl,
fed by a spring farther on. Joined
forces with the one they were follow
ing.
'I'm going to climb that bank ant
get those flowers" said Edith. The!
are the most brilliant ever saw"
"Plenty of mud there" cautioned
Bert.
"Who cares for mud" was th'
scornful retort Mud, with such shoe
rs we're wearing! You so on, and II
climb up and join you beyond th'
bend"
"All right" Bert returned carelessl.
and sauntered on. Several minute
went by. She had gone around th
bend, out Of sight. What was Edit
doing? Surely it was time for her t
appear. Flower picking does not TAX
all day. Then she heard call, shar
and quick, full Of distress. 1t wa
Edith's voice What was the trouble
She hurried back along the bank o
the brook. but before she had take
half a dozen steps the voice rang on
again, sharper than ever:
Bert! Oh. Bert! Hurry up"
Then she saw her, halfway up tn
bank. clinging with all her might to