The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1917-03-29
CHAPTER VII.
|rama of the War Mulo.


Drama of the War Mulo.
- HAVE desire to know if 1t is
into the life of every person
there comes one night which lie
is never to forget until death ana
perhaps even after. | do not know.
but am sure that shall always keep
the memory Of the night upon which
Mr.. Robert Carruthers Of Gree and
Bye was introduced to the friends of
his ancestors. It is my jewel that
seems drop Of hearts blood that ]
will wear forever hid in my breast.
At dinner I sat beside the Gouver-
neur Williamson Faulkner, and tears
came into my eyes as he rose from be
side me ut the head of the table and
said:
Ladies' and gentlemen, ask you to
drink to the homecoming Of Robert
Carruthers, my friend, your friend and
everybody his friends
"And now what have you to say to
me, boy. the oldest friend you've got
in America who hasn't seen you fer
days that have been too long?" said
that Madam Whitworth, who was seat.
cd Mt my side, and as she spoke she
turned one lovely bare shoulder in the
direction Of my uncle, the General Rob
ert, and the beautiful Mile. Sue and
also Buzz, Us If to shut them away
from her and me In little space of
world just for two people.
Il can say with truth, madam, that
your loveliness tonight Is but the flow
ering of my suspicious of it that morn
ing upon the railroad train," answer
ell her In words that were very nice
translation Of what that fine young
COssack had once said to me ut the
Chateau de Cree Of my own towering
/ Into rose chiffon after an afternoons
hunting with him in cordnroys. And
In truth spoke no falsehood to that
Madam Whitworth, for she was of a
very great beauty Of body, very much
| of which was In view from scanti-
ness Of bodice that had never seen
| excelled In any ballroom IN France.
| Il knew you for poet from that
| adorable black mop which see you
have very nicely plastered In an exact
imitation of Buzz Clendenning's red
One," she answered me. with laugh.
Follow me from the ballroom Just
after supper at midnight for a half
hours chat alone in place / know.
and don't let either the general or the
SUScruor@e~~ xasa.. a..~slin tlipn said In an
undertone as the Gouverneur Faulkner
bent forward and began q laughing
conversation with her.
Il WILL, answered her under my
breath, and leaned back in my chair
so that the Gouverneur Faulkner could
: more conveniently converse with her.
And to that end he placed his arm
across the back of my chair, and thus
1 sat In his embrace with my shoulder
pressed into his.
AT midnight" whispered, while l
bent for a second to kiss the hand OF
the beautiful Madam Whitworth as
she left the room. As raised my head
from the salutation / encountered the
eyes of the Gouverneur Faulkner
which looked into mine with al expires
sion of calm question. And for mo-
mcnt l let the woman rise superior to
the raven attire, and looked back into
those eyes. In which Saw the mys.
terry of the dawn star, as would have
gazed Roberta, marquise Of Gree and
Bye. had she been, attired in the white
tulle and lace abandoned in that New
York. Then beat her back down into
my heart and gave him the smile OF
fealty that was his due from Robert
Calruthers, his friend
The hours that followed my entr,
into the ballroom in the mansion o
the exalted Gouvcrneur Faulkner wer.
like minutes of time that dropped from
a golden clock of joy. danced OF
feet that were strong wings 10 glid,
over floor that was many colorct
cloud from the reflection of the sof
lights and the silken skirts which ruf
fed over 1t. And, what was most en-
joyable to me in this case. ! glided ii
whatever direction pleased ME ant
took with me the armful OF cloud
which was the girl with whom wa
dancing. OH long swoops Of my owl
will instead of being led in my flight
by another, rs had always before beer
the case with my dancing. 1t was th,
most Of a Joy that had ever expert
eaced, and as so enjoyed that free
dom did not know how it was tha
should have such feeling OF dissat
tsfaction when bel,cld that beautifu
Madam Whitworth dancing within th
,rn,s of the Gouverneur Williamson
Faulkner. blushed that should b.
20 unworthy. with such ali unreasou
atle fury In my heart. and ] locke,
Away so that seemed not to see th
srnile that he sent to me over the hea,