The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1913-03-06

him unbounded loyalty and admiration
but he had never been deceived. He
knew that Mrs Primrose lied as she
breatted politely. hut continuously
by her Involuntary muscles Dag ana
night since they had reachetl New
York she had schemed for Nan.
She had leased a house in the fash
ionable neichborhood Of Gramercy
park and to meet the extraordinary
expense l'esan carefui and syStemat
ic search for rich young men to whom
she cnnld let two floors
Stuart WIS sure in his heart that Nan
had never i"inad in those plans of her
mother though he had wished that she
might have shown little more
strength in resisting them.
Well he was going tn win AT last.
and the world was fnli Of music: He
had the higgest surprise of life in
store for Nan. something no trne wo-
mans heart could resist He had sue
cea,led after incredible difficulties in
secretly building 81 rnttage hy the sea
in Rrnoklyn Its lawn slOped to the
water',: edge. and a trim boat Iay nod
ding at the dock. Neither Mrs l'rim-
rose nor Nan had the faintest suspi-
zion nf what he had been doing
Tomorrow he would lead his sweet.
heart into this holy of holies OF life.
the home love had built He could see
now the smile Of tenderness break
over her proud face as he should hand
her the keys and ask ber to fix the
wedding day
His reveries were broken by a timid
knock on the door and a faint call:
Jim
''Come In" he cried
you're not hit glad to see me"
the soft voice said 1--WE heen stand
Ing out there for ages"
Forgive me. Sunshine | must have
been dreaming" Stuart pleaded. leap
ing from his seat and seizing her hand
TIN awfuliy glad to see your
| Then don't call me that name.
| again. she pouted
''Rnt isn't it heantIfui?'
1T would he II my bafr wasn't red
| and ! didn't have freckles and was
elder" she protested. looking away to
hide her emotion
| .'Rut yonr hair isn't quite red. Har
riot It's just the color Of the gold
in honevcomh." he answered. gently
to,ching hcr disheveled locks RE
sides. those few little freckles are be,
coming m your pink and white skin.
aud yor are nearly fifteen Well, III
just say. little pal How's that?"
| That's better" she said. with !,
smile and sigh.
oh lin. I've been SO dreadfnlIy
lonely since you were away. de-
clare. Jim. I'll die if yon go away
zsain, Just can't stand it
Stuart srnilingly took her hand
.I.onely. Miss Chatterhnx. when that
big father nf yours worshjps the very
ground you walk on
Yes. ! know he does. Jim. and | love
him. too. hut you've no idea how
dreadfully still the house is when yo,
are gone Oh. say. want you to bt
real boarder aud eat with us Ol
course you will.
That would be very nice. dear hui
I'm sure yonr father would draw thu
line Mt Il real hoarder I'd never have
got this beautiful room with tha
big old fashioned open fireplace in you
home if it hadn't happened thai on
fathers fought each other in the WA
and became friends Que day OH !, hi:
battlefield It's heen second home I,
me
BE our boardeI aud I'll MAKE 1t
real home for you. .Iim.' she pleaded
"Ah You'll he making real hom
sorne day for one of those boys | saw
at your birthday party the tail darl
one | think"
No He doesn't measure up to IN
standard
What ails him?''
He's coward Ny hero must b
brave. for I'm timid
Then it will he that fat floud feilo,
witt, Il jolly laugh!
No he's tibher Ny prime. wnt,
he .oll,e> must he truthful It's :
hard for me always to tell the truth
"'Thpn II will be that dreamy lOol
ing one of fifteen you danced wit
, twice.
, NO he's too frail My hero must f
! strong. for | am weak And he mil,
have II hig. noble ideal of life: for mir
is very small just little home ne:
i and II baby and the love OF one n,ai
; I'm not sure about that heing sue
: very small ideal. grille.
!, But. OH my. I've forgotten what
cnne running hume for. PAPA sent II
! to ask you 10 please come dawn TO u
factory righ: away He wants to 81
{ you on very important matter.