The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1914-02-19
ers are good ingredients for a joy
drink and why not?

ers are good ingredients for joy
drink, and why not?
But when got to planning about the
gorgeous food / wanted to give them
all / got into what feel came near
being serious trouble. 1t was writ
ing down the recipe for the nesselrode
pudding they make in my family that
undid me. Suddenly hunger rose up
from nowhere and gripped me by the
throat. gnawed me all over like bone.
then shook me until was limp and un-
resisting. must have astralized N.Y.
self down to the pantry. for when I
became conscious found myself in
company with loaf of bread, plate
of butter and huge jar of jam.
l sat down by the long table by the
window and slowly prepared to enjoy
myself. | cut off four slices and but
tered them to an equal thickness and
then more slowly put a long silver
spoon into the jam, | even paused to
| admire in Judy's mirror over the table
the effect of the cascade of lace that
fell across my arm and lost itself in
the blue simmer Of old Rene's master
piece of negligee. then deep down l
buried the spoon in the purple sweet
ness. | had just lifted it high in the
air when out of the lilac scented dark
| of the garden came a laugh
why, Molly. Molly. Molly" drawled
that miserable man doctor as he came
and leaned on the sill right close to
my elbow. The spoon crashed on the
table. and | turned and crashed into
words
You are cruel. cruel, John Moore,
and | hate you worse than ever did
before. If that is possible. I'm hun
cry, hungry to death, and now you've
| spoiled it all. Go away before | wet
this nice crisp bread and jam with
tears into a mush III have to eat with
spoon. You don't know what it is to
want something sweet so bad you are
willing to steal it-from yourselfr' I
fairly blazed my eyes down into his
and moved MS far away from him as
| the table would let me.
Don't |. Molly?" he asked softly
after hooking straight in my eyes for
| long minute that made me drop my
head until the blue bow had tied on
the end of my loTg plait almost got
into the scattered jam. Even at such
| a moment as that | felt how glad old
| Rene would have been to have given
| such nice man as the doctor treat
like that blue silk chef d'oeuvre Of
hers. ! was glad myself.
Don't |. Peaches?" he asked again
In still softer voice. Again | had
| that sensation of being against some
thing warm and great and good like
your own mothers breast and | don't
know how I controlled IT enough not
| Toto
"Well, have some jam then" | man.
| aged to say with little laugh as I
| turned away and picked up the silver
spoon
"Thank you | will all of 1t and the
bread and butter too" he answered,
| In that d"testable friendly tone Of
| voice as he drew himself up ana sat
in the window. Hustle. Peaches. II
| you are going to feed me. for I'm raw
enous. | haven't had any supper You
have, sc | don't mind taking it all
away frtsm you-every bit of it,
Supper" shifted as | spread tho
| jam on those lovely. lovely slices Of
| bread and thick butter that had fixed
| for my own self That apple toast
| combination tires me SO now that
4 I I - ,Iv,>
| the first slice of drippy lnsciousness
turned my head away He thought It
| was from the expression of that jam.
| but it was from his eyes
'Slice up the whole loaf. Peaches,
and let's get on jam jag. Come
| with me just this once and forget
| forget He didn't finish his sentence
and I'm glad We neither Of us said
anything more rs fed him that whole
loaf. found that the bite took OF
of each piece had ready for him
when lie finished with the one he had
in hand satisfied me as nothing | had
ever eaten in all my life before had
| done. while at the same time my nib
bles soothed his conscience about rob-
| hing me-
| His teeth are big and strong and
| white and his jaws work like ma
chinery. He is the strongest man I
ever saw, and his gauntness Is all
muscle What is that glow woman
gets from feeding a hungry man whom
she likes with her own hands. and
why should | want to be certain that
be kissed the lace on my sleeve as It
brushed his face when reached across
him to catch an inqnisitive rose that
| saw peeping in the window right
| at us?