The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1917-03-22
CHAPTER v.
We 10Th Need You.n

- DO not know how 1t Is that shall
find words in which to write down
the loneliness of that gouverneur
Of Old Harpeth. He was not as
tall as my uncle. the General Robert,
and he was slender and 1.-THE as some
wild thing in forest. but the power in
the broadness Of his shoulders and in
the strength of his nervous hands was
Of a greatness of which to be frightened
that Is, think, Of which man should
be frightened. but in which a woman
would take much glory. His hair was
of the tarnished gold of sunset storm,
and upon his temples was a curved
crest Of white that sparkled like the
spray Of a wave. All of which l must
have seen with some kind of inward
eyes, for from the moment my eyes
lifted themselves from contemplating
the carpet In embarrassment over ny
tweed trousers they were looking into
his in a way which at dawn my eyes
have gazed into the morning star ris-
ing near to me over the little wood at
the Chateau de Gree
ut is good that you have come. Rob
ert Carruthers. for the general and !
both need you." were the words
heard him saying to me In voice that
was os deep and Of as much interest as
the eyes, and as he spoke those words
he took one Of my hands In both OF his
strong ones. "And If you say snails,
snails 1t shall be, If Cato and l have
to invade every rose garden in Hayes
Vile and vicinity and stay up all might
to catch them"
II think I shall choose that corn pone
and whisky that my uncle. the General
Robert, has promised to me from ono
bsd tempered cook at the time OF my
luncheon" I found myself saying will
a laugh that answered the barefootet
boy who suddenly looked at me out O.
the cool eyes.
II thought would let him have
tryout with Kizzie before we decided
to feed tho savages." also said m!
uncle. the General Robert with
laugh. Besides. he's one himself. ant
I'll have to 90 slow and tame nln
gradually"
"Nx. he's ours. He's just come bacl
to his own from a strange land. gen
eral, and you'll kill the fatted calf o
rooster. whichever Kizzie decides
with Joy at getting him." And thf
time the star eyes gave to me tn
quick sympathy for which had pray
ed before the Virgin with the infant L
her arms in the little chapel OF the Of
convent just before we had to de
from the shells, leaving my father
the sisters to bury after the enem
had come. think my eyes did te
that tale to his. and the tears ache
In my throat
II know, boy" he said softly. an
then turned and presented me to tn
Mr.. Clendenning, who was arrangfn
I Dapers at desk beside the window.
! do like with my whole heart thu
/: funny Buzz Clendenning, who has Il
/ reddest hair. the largest brown spe
]; kles on his face and the widest moul
that | have ever beheld. Also. b
laugh is even wider than Is his mout
and overflows the remainder OF b
! face in riprles of what Is called gri
! He IS not much taller than am !. b
: ar much more powerful build. as
5 natural. though he did not at that m
ment recognize the reason thereof.
"Shake hands. boys. Don't star
looking at each other like young pu
pies" said my uncle. the General ho
ert, as he clapped his hand on Z
back Of the Mr.. Buzz Clendennin
: You don't have to fight 1t out. 70
: fathers licked each other week abo
I for twenty years.
!: Cant even ask him to take
: his coat once. generalT answered II
:lMr. Buzz with the grin all over
!: face and spreading to my countenan
! as he took my hand In his to admin
!; ter one OF those shakes OF which