The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1915-03-04

Priamville need not go. but will pick
up the sequence OF events at the mo
ment of our arrival at that enterpris-
ing town. when Linda, looking from
the car window. suddenly exclaimed:
Look at that magnificent young
maf!''
(Which oneY' asked innocently as
caught sight of November's tall fig
ure awaiting u.s. .--..
How many men in sight answer my
description?' she retorted. "Of course
mean the woodsman. Why. he's
coming this way. must speak to
him."
Before could answer she had jump
ed lightly to the platform and, turning
to Joe with a childlike expression in
her blue eyes, said:
"Oh, can you tell me how many min
utes this train stops hereT
"It don't generally stop here at all
but they Jagged her because they're
expecting passengers. Can l help you
any, miss?"
Its very kind of you"
At this moment I.appeared from the
ear Hello. Joer' said |. "How are
things?'
"All right Mr.. Quaritch. There's
two slick buck boards with a pair of
horses to each waiting and wagon
cite fit for the king O Russia. The
road between this and the mountains
Is flooded by beaver working in back
water 'bout ten miles sout They say
We can drive through all right Miss
I Petersham needn't fear getting too
wet"
How do you know my name?" ex-
claimed Linda.
81 heard you described, MISS" re-
piled Joe gravely.
Linda looked at ME.
Good for the old mossbackv' said
Her lips bent into sudden smile
"Yon must be Mr. November Joe.
have heard so much of you from Mr.
Quaritch."
We went out and loaded our bag
gage upon the waiting buckboards
One of these was driven by small
sallpw faced man. who turned out to
be the second game warden, Pnttick.
Mr. Petersham asked how Bill
Worke, the wounded man. was pro
crossing
Hes coming along pretty tidy. MIR
Petersham, but he'll! carry a stiff lee
with him all his life
I'm sorry for that l suppose you
have found out nothing further as tC
the identity of the man who fred the
shot?''
Nothing" said Puttick, land moi
likely to- They're all banded togeth
er up there
On which cheerful information oul
little caravan started At Linda's wish
| Joe took the place Of the driver ol
Mr.. Petersiam's light imported wag
onette, and as we went along she gave
! him a very clear story of the sequence
| of events. to all of which he listened
with the characteristic series Of well
nowsr' and "You don't saysr will
/ which he was in the habit OF punctuat
ing the remarks OF lady He sait
them, rs usual, in voice which no
only emphasized the facts at exactly
the right places. but also lent an ali
of subtle compliment to the eloquenc'
of the narrator
When we stopped near patch o
pine trees to partake of an imprompt'
lunch it was his quick hands that pre-
pared the campfire and his skilled n!
/ that fashioned the rude but comforta
BILE seats. 1t was he also who disap
peared for a moment to return will
three half pound trout that he hat
taken by some swift process Of hi
+ own from the brook. of which we onl
heard the nurrnur And for all thes
doings he received an amount of opel
admiration from Linda's blue eye
which seemed to me almost exagger
| ated
II think your November Joe is pei
feet dear" she confided to me.
| "If you really think that" said
"have mercy on him! You do no
want to add his scalp to all the 9th
ers." ..
"Many of the others are bald" sal
she. Ills hair would furnish doze
of themv'