The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1917-11-15

I'LL MAKE POWDER or THIS If / CAN'T
OF THE ORIGINAL"
got lOcket from me that way, and
the jewel in the lid was worth more
than you gave me for the locket.. All,
forgot myself! Jupiter! What mis-
take to tell you its value! It is want
ed again. Will YOU
By this time Adam was standing be-
side the woman, interrupting Israel.
An hour later he paused at Lissie's
gate on his way home with the precious
little gold case in his pocket.
whats all this about locket?'
asked Lissie. II meant to run over
and see mamma. but had visitor
and couldn't leave home. l didn't know
there was locket in mammals pos
session"
4 picture Of you when you were
five years old, I believe. I've got It
again. Here, look! / haven't opened
it yet"
why, papa. what's the matter with
you and mamma? That picture Of me
l tore out of the locket some sixteen
years ago. cut 1t in four pieces and
threw in the ash bin, along with the
locket, which hammered into it's orig
inal elements. Mamma knew, for
told her. She forgave me and forgot
it, SO far as / know. was little then.
and she wasn't worrying over my be-
ing lost baby Why, papa, this isn't
girl at all! It's young fellow with
smooth face, and, why, papa. lock at
it! It's none of ours. Look at that
conceited snirk on his face! Must b..
some mistake"
Adam confronted his wife with the
open locket In his hand. rs that the
onc?' he demanded.
YES, yes; that's 1t! I'm 80 glad.
How did YOU
Woman, you cared SO much for that.
did you? That smirking"-
'Smirking. do you think? Well, he
was but youth. young blade, may
be, but he loved me when was clso
young" She kissed the picture. smil-
ing.
Adam snatched the lockct from her
hand, threw it on the floor and set his
heel on 1t.
-. young blade, eh? Then he must
be an old blade by now and III need OF
grinding. I'll make powder Of this. if
l can't of the original! So that's the
trouble, the crying In the night and all
the rest Of it. An old love affair that
you never forgot! Jim Moller-nobody
but Jim Moller ever smirked like
that
A light dawned on Lorena Hedges
face. ".!dam," she said softly, you've
forgotten many things. It's a lockct
you gave me OH my sixteenth birthday.
with your own picture inside. You said
things that day. foolish. maybe. but
sweet to remember. was Rcnie then;
now I'm Lorcna. It's the same IN cv-
erything. It's been like beginning In
the morning with songs about rose;
aud sunshine and ending at night with
quarrels about the price Of pork chops.
III had back the romance, the senti-
ment! Oh. Adam, 1t isn't the lockct !
cry for. That's just an excuse to hide
what went along with 1t! II you'd
speak to me as you spoke then, if''-
"Was that it? Haven't | shown folly
enough III this last ten minutes to
prove I'm still boy? We mon are
such blame fools. We think when We
care for a woman a hundred times
more than we did for@thc girl she grew
from she'll know 1t without any OF our
telling. Renie, I'm not a poet, but
wouldn't trade you for all the girls In
America rolled into one giggly, slip
perry little bundle"
IL wasn't trying to make you say
things. but Oh. I'm 50 glad you've
said them-glad the lOcket got lostr
There. now: don't you Cry an!
nore,''
II don't believe win again. ever"