The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1913-02-20
'eply. and the walk was ended In con-

reply. and the walk was ended In con.
straint
There came day when she set forth
to search for the nest Of the blue
heron. whose favorite haunt was in the
long. marshy tangle in the willow
thicket. where Tanners brook ceased
Its merry chatter and became a slug
gish. silently flowing stream until it
emerged once more into the open mead
| ow as noisy and sociahle as ever.
Susanna had never ventIred near
the marsh alone. and therefore she did
not know its treachery. She was look
Ing up into ragged poplar for the
roughly constructed nest when her
feet left firm ground and sank into the
pozy marsh mud She pulled ont one
foot only to feel the other sinking still
deeper In the mire. and finally the
free foot sank beside it, and sh" was
quite helpless in the cold grasp of
the swamp Twice she called for help
In n qnavering voice before the strong
''Halloor Of Tanners farm hni,a re-
sponded.
When he saw her plight hr uttered
an exclamation Of concern aud rinnt-
ing his feet on two firm hrnmut-!;S nc
grasped her firmly and lifted her ont Of
danger. I'm afraid ynii'vc spoiled
your Shoes" he said ruefnIly bending
to wipe the mud from thrn with his
handkerchief
Never mind the shoes. Mr. George"
said Susanna gratefully, How can |
thank you for getting me out Of Ihat
predicamcnt? | was walking along
with my eyes In the air. looking for
the nest Of the hpe heron when | sank
| in the mire
George arose to his tall height and
flung his big straw hat to the ground.
Follow me and step wherever do
and I'll guarantee to show the nest.
| I discovered 1t the other day"
Independent Susanna. who had d.
| rected things for herself the last seven
years. walked meekly beside the farm
hand. who drew aside '.iump Of vii.
lows and said. Look here" The hi'le
| heron sailed off his nest dragging his
| unsainly legs behind him Susanna
snapped picture of the nest with Il
| little. pocket camera. and then they
| walked across the fields toward Hol-
den's orchard
II suppose we may say we are &c
quainted." smiled George whinsicalIy.
hut | would like TO start squire with
| you Miss Whitmore" He hasi'atpd.
| and an anxious look came into his
bright blue eyes.
| ,',es?" Susanna had crept under The
fence and was standing on the ether
| side now. overcome by AN emsarrass-
,nent she had never felt before
| I'm MOI what I appear To he. Miss
| Whitmn-r came down here and
tackled farm work In order to regain
my mental pniSe ANA to prepare !nf
hard winters work. but if SiiaS Ian
ner knew who | really was hc Wor.Ian't
have me around HE premises As for
| his good wife and Miss ifinrino w"Ii"'
| Tie whistlpd ruef,li, aud t.r''s4 AWAY
toward the Tanner honns~it'rd
| susanna grew rathrt ..air ~ ,'n
haven't told vet" she limited nerym!siy.'
fearful OF his confidence
oh of course haven't hope
you're NOT MS narrow minded rs the
rest of 'em. but the fact is I'm AN ar-
tori He snapped out the word and
repreSSed Il grim smile as he spoke. tor
Susanna started violently -! won't
bite" lie added kindly.
/ Neither will ~ flashed SUSANNA
merriiy. ''and | am an actress
| WHAT His eyes We're sparkling
incredulolSiy, and he took Il step for
ward
| Susanna Whitmore. alias Susanna
Fay"
mot the Susanna Fay!'' he asked
helplcSSly.
She nodded And you:"
George Milbank Why. I've been
engaged to star with you this season