The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1914-03-26

heard before. and he cuddled his lips
against mine In almost the only volun,
tary kiss he had given me since | had
got him into his ridiculous little trous.
ers under his blouses you can have
most a hundred kisses every night IL
you don't say no more about not ago
ing and fix that whale hook for me
quick" he coaxed against my cheek
Oh. little lover. little lover: you didn't
know what you We're saying with your
baby wisdom and your rust grimy lit
tie paddle burned the sleep place Oh
my breast like terrible white heat
from which was poweress to de
fend myself You are mine. you are.
you are. You are soul of my soul and
heart OF my heart and spirit Of my
spirit and-and you ought to have been
flesh of my flesh
| don't know how | managed to an
swer Mrs. Johnson's call from my
front gate, but | sometimes think that
women have a torture proof clause IN
their constitutions.
She and Aunt Rettie had just come.
| up the street from Aunt Rattie's house.
| and the Pollard cook was followin.
them with large basket in which
were packed the things Aunt Rettie
was contributing to the entertainment
| Of the distinguished citizen Mr. John
| son Is Alfred's nearest kinsman in
Hilisboro. and. of course. he is to be
their guest while he is in town.
| Hell be feeding his eyes on Molly.
/ so he'll not even know he's eating my
| Washington almond pudding with
Thomas old port in it," teased Aunt
Bette. with laugh. as went across
the street with them.
| There's going to be a regular cpl
demic of love In Hillsboro. do be-
| lieve." she continued in her usual
strain Of sentimental speculation. Il
saw Mr. Graves talking to Della
Hawes in front of the store an hour
1 ago as came out from looking ut the
blue chintz to match Pet for the west
wing. and they were both SO absorbed
they didn't even see me. That was
/ what might have been called Il coniia-
grafton dinner you gave the other
night Molly. in more ways than one
/ wish spark had set off Benton
Wade aud Henrietta too, Maybe It
did. but is just taking fire slowly
i | think it would be good thing just
to let Aunt Bette blindfod every I'M
married person in this town and mar
Il -,
i hands with. 1t would be fun for her
and then we could have peace and ap.
parently as much happiness as we are
going to have anyway. Mrs Johnson
seemed to be in somewhat the same
I state Of mind as found myself.
4 "Hnmph." she said MS we went up
the front steps. "I'll be glad when you
are married and settled. Molly Carter.
so the rest of this town can quiet down
into peace once more, and | sincerely
, hope every woman under fifty in Hills
boro who is already married will stay
in that state until she reaches that
age. But ! do believe If the law march
ed widows from grave number one to
altar number two they would get into
trouble and fuss along the road. But
come on in. both of you. and help me
get this marriage feast ready. If must
The day is going by on creased wheels
and can't let Mr.. Johnson's crotchets
be neglected. AL Bennett or no a.
Rennettp'
!, And from then on for hours and
hours was strapped to torture
wheel that turned and turned. minute
. after minute. as it ground spice AM
sugar and bridal meats and me relent
. lessly into a great suffering pulp
Could ever In all my life have hun
gered for food and been able to get \
past the lump in my throat that grew
larger with the seconds! And II Al
fred's pudding tasted Of the salt Q
dead sen fruit this evening it was from