The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1913-07-03

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And" he cleared his throat signifi-
cantly. 1t augurs we'll for other hon
OrS to-ahem--our family"
Two little creases settled between
Johns eyes.
Miss Roberta was a vigorous spin
ster of sixty whose caustic tongue
tried. not always successfully. to hide
the kindly impulses of her heart She
was Il lady of many violent disIikes
and a few equally violent friendships
Later in the evening she found John
alone on the western porch staring up
into the sky. The prophecy Of the
mornings red sunrise was about to he
fulfilled: it was evident that storm
was brewing
Steve Hampden." Miss Roberta re-
marked III Il carefully casual tone. lis
home. And Katherine" she added.
Yes" negigently.
You 20 and call on her Go to-
night"
Cant ! have" he yawned Ian
appointment with the sandman
didn't sleep murh last night Won't
she keep7 She seemed healthy enough
the last time | saw her. Regular 1T
tie red headed tomhoy. she was
"She mightn't stay long" Miss
KOberta's tone implied that this con
tingency would be little short of ca
iamitous And Warren Blake is dane
ing after her already"
Dear Aunt Roberta. Warren ueve:
in his life did anything 40 frivolous ag
dancing Why are you in such a hu7
ry to have me fall in love?"
II don't want you to grow old ami
Grabbed and and lonesome like me-"
why why. Aunt Roberta. | didn't
know you felt that way. You mustn't,
you know he said gravoty. and pat
ted .her hand unfortunately. from
which rnwonted demonstration she
hastily snatchc'l it away.
lie laughed There's time enough
for mating anyhow I'm only thirty:
aud. besides. what could ! offer Il girl.
even if were SO reckless Us to fall ip
lOvcT'
Yourself" Miss Roberta could not
entirely reprcss hint Of pride.
Those spcctacles you're always los
ing must be rose coloretl. FL want to
offor something more than myself.
Aunt Roberta ta-something of achieve
ment that would prove my worth, |
couldn't love a woman who could care
for n little. futile man. When I've
done something, then
Il know what you're thinking. John
ny. Don't go into politics"
I've got to. don't want to go all
my life as have done. drndsing along
for little money. drying M in the
routine. my outlook narrowing "a
have nothing to show In Justification
of my living. Why, I'd m u" better
than Warren Blake. Aunt Roberta.
One might, by stretch nf III" i'm
agination. have called the sound Miss
Roberta emitted laugh.
| Across Main street from the court
| house sGuare-scene of Daniel Web
| ster's famous speech. the war time
/, demonstrations and the annual rally
stands Il red brick. white porticOeG
mansion in the style we distinguish as
colonial This house was built IN the
early thirties by Thomas Dnnmeade
founder of New Chelsea. then in his
eightieth year. a period Of life whel
his thoughts shonld have been center
ed on heavenly glOrles, hut We're. II
fact. busted with the cares and vani
ties Of this world.
Thomas lived Just long enough t
install himself In the new house The1
he died In an apoplectic fit followin:
cholcric denunciation Of Andrew
jackson. The title to tho hons" de
sccndctl to the pioneers son. Robert. :
gentleman of parts. who. rs founle
of the -four mills. brought commercial
consequence and as congressman TO
one term the honors of statesmanshil
to the town of his nativity His sol
was Hugh. the soldier and later tn
Judge of the house of Dnnmeade
Miss Roberta and John We're sittin
under tree in the front yard. 1t wa
Sabbath afternoon in New Chelsea.
II wonder" unused Miss Roberta
"how Steve Hampdcn liked the SCI
mon?''
HE probably wasn't listening"
Warren Blake walked home froI
church with Katherine" she remarke
significantly.
"Sltc was there, then"
Didn't You see her."
II heard the stir when she came II
but, strange to relate. | was more ii
tcrested in the service. and forgot
look her up after church"
''Why won't you go to see herr
John rose with sigh Of resignatio,
"Aunt Roberta, you are Il woman {
one idea l see I shall have no peac
of mind until I've paid my respects
this gilded lady. gor'
He could never repress n smile whe
he saw the Hampden place. Almo!
within the span Of his memory its ev
.. !. lution-it was always called ''placf
!. keeping pace with its owners TO
tune, had been wrought. The fir
: house on that site had been Fl,
:, room frame cottage. bnilt just hefol
the war when Stephen Hampdcn W;
manager Of the Dunmeade mills
;, , is said that he laid the foundation
his fortune in certain contract f
!, army horseshoes In the seventie
being then owner of Plumvjlle's Ia
4 gest iron foundry. he inangurated Il
custom of returning to New Chefs.
for the hot months The little Gotta,
1roc form dawn In itc nIapn WAC ra