The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1914-02-19

tSz-1J human race | have never
had enough yet. and every second OF
time that I'm not busy with something
interesting | curl up on the bed and go
dream hunting-only sleep too hard
to do much catching. But this torture
book found that out Oh me and stopped
it the very first thing on page three
The command is to sleep as little as
possible to keep the nerves in good
condition eight hours at the most
and seven would be better" What
earthly good would Il seven hour nap
do me: ! want ten hours to sleep and
twelve If get good tired start To
see me stapeer out of my perfectly
nice bed at g O'Clock every morning
now would wiring the sternest heart
with compassion and admira ton at my
faithfuineSS--to whom?
Yes, 1t was the day after poor Mr..
Carter'S funeral that Aunt Adeline
moved up here into my house and set
tied herself in the big south room
across the hall from mine Her furni-
tHre weighs ton each piece, and Aunt
Adeline is not light herself in disposi-
ton The next morning when | went
in to breakfast she sat in the vacant
chair" in Il way that made me see
that she was obviously trying to fill the
vacancy. am sorry she worried her.
self about that Anyway. it made me
take resolve After breakfast I went
into the kitchen to speak to Judy.
+ Judy said. looking past her
head, my health &ry good, aiisl
you can bring my breakfast to me in
bed after this Poor Mr Carter al
ways wanted breakfast on the stroke
Of and me a. the same time, though
he rarely got me. Judy has two dead
husbands and she likes ginger col
ored barber down town. Also her
mother is our washerwoman and in
fluenced by Aunt Adeline. Judy under
stands everything say to her. After
l had closed the door | heard a laugh
that sounded like war whoop, and l
smiled to myself. But that was before
my martyrdom to this book had be-
gun. l get up now!
But the day after / came from the
city l lay in bed just as long as l
wanted to and ignored the thought of
the exercises and deep breathing and
the icy, unsympathetic tub. / couldn't
even take very much interest in the
lonely egg on the lonely slice of dry
toast l was thinking about things.
Hillsboro is a very peculiar little
speck on the universe: even more Pc
culiar than being like hen. 1t is one
of the oldest towns in Tennessee. and
the moss on it is so thick that it can't
be scratched off except in spots. But
1t has a lot of race horse and distillery
money in it. and when it gets poked
up by anything unusual it takes gulp
of its own alcoholic atmosphere and
runs away on its own track at 2:0J
gait. shedding moss as it goes. 1t
hasn't had real JOY race for long
time. and felt that it needed it.
rolled over and laughed into my pill
low
The subject of the conddct of widows
is a serious one. OF all the things old
tradition Is most set about it is that
and what was decided to be the prope!
thing million years ago this town
still dictates shall be done and spends
good deal of it's time seeing its di
rections carried out. For a year after
the funeral they forget about the poor
bereaved, and when they do remember
her they speak to and Of her in the
same tones of voice they used at the
obsequies. Then sooner or later some
home from church with her or bear
some old bachelors voice on her front
porch Mr. Cain took Mrs. Caruther's
little Jessie up in his buggy and helped
her out at her mothers gate just be
fore last Christmas. and if the poor
widow hadn't acted quick the town
would have noticed them to death be
fore he proposed to her They Were
married the day after New Years. and
she lost lots of good friends because
she didn't give them more time to talk
about it.
don't intend to run any risk of los
ing my friends that way. and l wan,
them to have all the good time they
can get out of it. I'm going to serve
out mint juleps of excitement until the
dear old place is running as it did
when 1t was a two-year-old. Why gel
mad when people are interested in
yon? It's compliment, after all, an6
just gives them more to think about
/ remembered the two trunks across