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

world there is nothing SO
E15zzI dead as young widows de-
)ez ceased husband, and God
ought to give his wisest man-lngel
special charge concerning looking after
her and the devil at the same time.
They both need it. ! don't know how
all this is going to end, and | wish my
mind wasn't in kind of tingle. Row
ever, I'll do the best ] can and not
hold myself ut all responsible for my,
self, and then. who will there be to
blame?
There are great many kinds of
good feeling in this world, from radiant
| joy down to perfect bliss. but this
spring have got an attack Of just old
fashioned happiness that looks as If
| it might become chronic.
l am so happy that ! planted my
garden all crooked, my eyes upon the
clouds. with the birds sailing against
them. and when ! became conscious l
found wicked, Haunting poppies sprout
ed right up against the sweet. modest
clover pinks, while the whole paper Of
bachelors buttons was sowcd over
everything. which l immediately be-
gan to dig right up again, blushing
furiously to myself over the trowei
and glad that had caught myself he
fore they grew up to laugh in my face.
However, l got that laugh anyway.
and ! might just as well have left
them, for Billy ran to the gate and
called Dr. John to come in and make
Molly stop digging up his buttons
Billy claims everything in this garden,
and he thought they would grow up
into the kind of buttons you pop out
OF a gun.
$50 you're digging up the bachelor
pops. Mrs Molly?" the doctor asked as
he leaned over the gate. | went righ
on digging without looking up at him
couldn't look up because l was blush
ing still worse. Sometimes hate tha
man, and if he wasn't Billy's father
wouldn't neighbor with him as I do
But somebody has to look after Billy.
| believe 1t will be real relief t.
write down how / feel about him il
his old book, and shall do it when
ever can't stand him any longer. ant
IL he gave the horrid. red leather thin.
to me to make me miserable he cum
do 1t. not this spring! | wish ] dare'
burn it up and forget about it. but
don't. This record on the first pag
is enough to reduce me--to tears. ant
/. / wonder why it doesn't.
!: / weigh leo pounds, down in. blac
!! and white, and 1t is q tragedy! ! dom
: believe that man at the grocery ster
is SO very reliable i'll his weights
though he had very pleasant smil
| when he was weighing me. Still ha
better get some scales of my owr
smiles are so deceptive.
II / am five feet three inches tall 9
short. whichever way one looks at m'
II / thought | was taller but ! suppos
will have to believe my own yart
II stick.
II But as to my waist measure, pos
II lively refuse to write that down, eve
Iif l have promised DIR. John II doze
times over to do it. while only reall
left him to suppose would. 1t, Is ba
: enough to know that your belt has
;, be reduced to twenty-three inches wit
out putting down how much it mea
!: ures now in figures to insult yourse
!; with. No, intend to have this for m
!: happy spring
81 Yes, suppose it would have bee
i lots better for my happiness If ! ha
| kept quiet about It all, but at the tin
: I thought had to advise with hi
tt over the matter. Now I'm sorry di
That is one thing about being a wido
,--you are accustomed to advising wi
g 4 man. whether you want to or ne