The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1914-01-29

can consult with him about what Mr.. .
Henderson really died of and talk with
him about the sad state of poor Mr..
Carriers liver for year before he died Il
just go on rocking Billy and singing /
hymns to him in such way that
can't hear the conversation. Mr. Car
ter's liver got on my nerves alive, and
dead it does worse But it hurts when
the doctor has to take the little, sleepy
boy out Of my arms to carry him home, |
though | like 1t when he says under |
his breath, THANK you, Molly
/ And as l sat and thought how near |
he and had been to each other in all |
our troubles l excused myself for run |
ming to him with that letter and ac-
knowledged to myself that l had no
right to get mad when he teased me,
for he had been kind and interested
about helping me get thin by the time
Alfred came back to see Inc. | couldn't
tell which | was biushing all to my
! self about. the .Mscious peach" he had
called me or the ''iovely lily Alfred
| had reminded me in his letter that |
had been when he left me-
Why don't people realize that sew
enteen- year-old girls heart is IL sensi-
| tive wild flower that may be shattered
/ by breathi Mine shattered when
| Alfred went away to find something
/ he could do to make d living. and
/ Aunt Adeline gave the hard, green
| stem to Mr. Carter when she married
me to him Poor Mr.. Carter!
No. ] wasn't twenty. and this town
was full of women who We're aunts
| and cousins and law kin to me, and
| nobody did anything for me. They
all said with a sigh Of relief, 1t will
be such nice safe thing for you,
/ Molly" And they really didn't mean
anything by tying UP gay, dancing,
frolicking, prancing colt of girl with
terribly ponderous bridle. But God
didnt want to see me always trotting
along slow and tired and not caring
what happened to me, even pounds
and pounds of plumpness, so he found
use for Mr. Carter in some other place
but this world, and | feel that he Is
going to see me through whatever
happens If some of the women in
my missionary society knew how
| friendly feel with God they would
put me ont for contempt Of court.
No. the town didn't mean anything
by christening my spirit with Mr.. Car
ter. and they didn't consider him in
the matter at all, poor man! OF that
feel sure. Hiilshoro Is like that
1t settled itself here in a Tennessee
valley Il few hundreds Of years age
aud has been Matching and cluckinr
over its own small affairs ever since
All the houses set back from the street
with their wings spread ont over theil
gardens, and mothers here go on hover
Ing even to the third and fourth gen
GRAFTON Lots Of times young. lons
. legged, frying size boys scramble on
!, :, of the nests and go off to college AM
decide to grow MP where their crow
will he heard by the world. Alfref
= was one of them
And. too, occasionally some mai
comes along from the big world ant
!, marries plump little broiler and take
her away with him. but mostly the.
stay and go to lowering life on a col
q ner Of the family estate That's wha
1 did
= was poor little lost chick wit
! frivolous tendencies. and they all cluck
ed me over into tEis empty Carter mes
which they considered well feathere
= for me. 1t gave them all sensatio
= :. when they found out from the will jus
how well 1t was feathered. And it gay
:. me one too All that money woul
:. make me nervous if Mr.. Carter hadn
- made DR.. John it's guardian, though
: sometimes feel that the responsibilit
= of me makes him treat me as ii b
.s !. were my stepgrandfather-in Br
- all iii all. though stiff in its knees wit
= ariStocracy, Hillsboro Is lovely and lo'
= :. ing. and couldn't inquisitiveness /
" called inst real affection with kin
"a Of sq,iint in its eye?
+ And there I sat on my front step
"A being embraced in 4 perfume Of ever.
~ bodys llacs and peachblow and swe'
.. syringa and affectionate interest an
- moonlight. with letter in my han
- from the man whose two photograph
~ in the garret for years. Is 1t any wo
:, der ting.ed when he told me that |
-, hat. never come back because
30 couldn't have me and that now Il
a. minute he landed in America he W;
going to lay his heart at my feet!
no added his donors to his prestrate hea
- myself, and my own beat at the pro
II pect. All the eight years faded aw:
and | was again back in the old ga
,o den down at Aunt Adeline's cottai
=. saying goodby. folded up In his arm
to- That's the way my memory put t
~ scene to me, but the word "folde'
!, made me remember that blue musl
70 dress again. | had promised to ke
~ 1t and wear it for him when he car
back-and | couldn't forget that t
iii blue belt was just twenty three inch
m and mine is-no, won't write 1t.
NJ had got that dress out of the old tru
-, not ten minutes after | had read
letter and measured 1t.
~, No. nobody would blame me for RI
J., ming right across the garden to
IL John with such real trouble as tn
r. All of sudden | hugged the lett
a. and the little book up close to I
tbo breast and laughed until the tears r
or down my cheeks.
nd Then before went into the house
: assembled my garden and had fam
80 prayers with my flowers ! do that
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