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


My heart beat so it shook the lace on
my breast like IL breeze from heaven
as he took the high note and then let
it go on the last few words:
IF YOU love me, Molly, darling.
Let your answer be kiss!''
A confused recollection of having
heard the words and tune sung by my
mother when was at the rocking age
myself brought the 'tears to my eyes as
| flew to the window and parted the
surtains If you heard a little boy an
gel singing at your easement wouldn't
You expect cherubim face uptUrned
with heaven lights all ove. it? Billy's
face was upturned as he heard me
draw tile shade. but it was streaked
like a wild Indians with decorations
of brown mud. and he held long
Shiny tishworm on the end of stisli
while he wiped his other grimy hand
down the front Of his linen blouse.
"say, Molly, look at the snake I
brunged your he exclaimed as he came
close under the sill. which is not high
from the ground. IF you put your
face down to the mud and sing some
thing to 'em they'll come outen they
holes. A doodle bug coined, too, but
couldn't ketch 'em both. Lift me- up,
and l can put him in the water glass
on your table," He held up one muddy
paddle to me. and promptly | lifted
h into hn
brace in which he and the worm and
| INDUCED my lace and dimity came
out much the worse.
That was lovely song you sang
about Molly. darling Billy" | said.
Where did you hear it?'
That's good bug song. Molly. and
bet | can git lizard with it, too, if l
sing it right low" He began to
squirm out of my arms toward the ta-
BILE and the glass.
"Who taught it to you, sugar sweet?''
persisted as poured water in on the
squirming worm under his direction.
Nobody taught it to me. Doc sings
it to me when Tilly. nurse nor you
amt there to put me to bed. He don't
know no good songs like Roll, Jordan.
Roll or Hot Times or Twinkle /
go to sleep quick cause he makes me
feel tired with his slow tune what's
only good for bugs. Git hairpin for
me to poke him with. Molly, quickr'
found the hairpin, and don't know
why my hand trembled as handed it
to Billy. As soon, as he got it he
climbed out the window. glass. bug
and all. and | saw him and the red set
ter go down the garden walk together
in pursuit of the desired lizard, sup
pose | closed the blinds and drew the
curtains again and flung myself on my
pillow. Something warm and sweet
seemed to be sweeping over me in
great waves. and | felt young and
close up to some sort of big world
good. 1t was delicious, and | don't
know how long would have stayed
there just feeling it if Judy hadn't
brought in my letter.
He had written from London. and it
was many pages Of wonderful things
all favored with me. He told me about
Miss Chester and what good friends
they were and how much he hoped
she would be in HilIsboro when he got
here He said that great many of her
dainty ways reminded him of his
.'own slip of girl" especially the turn
of her head like flower ON its stem. :"
At that got right out of bed like a
jack jumping out of box and looked
at myself in the mirror
There is one exercise here on page
twenty that hate worst of all. You
screw up your face tight until you look
like Christmas mask to get your
neck muscles taut and then wobble
your head around like newborn baby
until it swims. did that one twenty
extra times and all the others in pro
portion to make up for those two hours
in bed. Hereafter I'll get up at the
time directed on page three or maybe
earlier. 1t frightens me to think that