The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1917-04-26
NUMBER II.

not have fright, ! lifted the blanket
and crawled into the branches Of the
fragrant tree. Even as / did so per-
ceived loud breathing of deep sleep
from my Gouverneur Faulkner, but TO
me came no repose for long time.
The round sun was high over that
old Harpeth hill when I opened my
eyes. For a moment I did not see
clearly, and then looked straight into
the deep eyes of my Gouverneur
Faulkner, which for that first time
had been able to see to be the color Of
violets in the twilight. He was seated
beside me smoking the fragrant pipe
and looking down at me with great
wonderment that was mingled with as
great tenderness.
After a finish to the breakfast my
Gouverneur Faulkner gave to me the
information that we must tether the
good horses and make the remainder
Of the journey by walking, which we
did for hardly q short hour.
''The wildcat still Is straight up Tur-
key gulch, and we'll have to scramble
for 1t. It's hid like the nest of an old
turkey hen," he said to me as we set
out upon the mounting Of very steep
precipice.
what is that word wildcat stillT"
asked rs slid over great rock with
emerald moss incrusted and struggled
beside my Gouverneur Faulkner
through heavy underbrush of leafy
greenness.
"a place where men make whisky
in defiance Of the law Of their state"
he answered me as he held aside a
long branch Of green that was pink
tipped SO that might slip Hereunder
without scratching.
"Are you not the law Of the state,
my Gouverneur Faulkner asked Of
him as I pulled myself by his arm
through the thickness.
'I'm all that, but I'm the son of old
| Harpeth and Jim TOdd's blood brother
first. Some day I'll smoke Jim out OF
his hole and get him good job. Now
wait minute and see what happens"
and as he spoke my Gouverneur Faulk-
ner stood very still for long minute.
| As I sat at his side upon the fallen
trunk OF a large tree regarded him
with admiration, because he had the
aspect of some beautiful 1.-THE animal
| Of the woods as he listened with deep
attention. Then very quickly he put
his two long fingers to his mouth, and,
behold, the call Of a wild bird came
from between his lips. Twice it was
repeated. and then be stood again in
deep attention. / made not even 1T
tie breathing as l, too, listened.
Then came three clear notes Of that
same Wild bird in reply from not very
far up the mountain from u.s.
'Thats Jim, the old turkey. Come
onv' said my Gouverneur Faulkner as
he again began to break through the
leafy barriers Of the low trees.
And in q very short space Of time a
j man emerged from a little path that
led behind tall cliff OF the gray rocks.
He was very large and very fierce
man, and might have had fright Of
him IL his blue eyes had not held such
kindness and JOY in them at the sight
of my Gouverneur Faulkner.
"Howdy, Bill" he said, with no hand
shake or other form Of comrades
greeting.
"Howdy, Jim," returned my Gouver-
neur Faulkner in a manner OF the same
Indifference, but with also an express
sion in his face Of delight at the sight
Of his blood brother, that Mr.. Jim
Todd.
"That thar boy shet mouth!'
"He's Bob and as hard as nut
was the introduction had from my
Gouverneur Faulkner.
"Then come on" with which com.
mand that wild man led us around the
tall cliff Of gray rock, over which
climbed q sweet vine Of rosy blossom
ing, which now know to call laurel
and we arrived in front OF small and
low hut that was built against the
rocks. A clear, small stream made q
very noisy way past the door Of the
hut, but save for its clamor all was
silent
"Where are the boys?" asked my
Gouverneur Faulkner.
"IIid in the bushes. I've got tht
man tied back in the still room. Tow
he amt no revenue. but they low diff
ferent. Come back and see If you kir
make ont his gibberish."
"Come on, Robert" said my Gouver
neur Faulkner to me as he followed
the wild Jim into the hut and bacl
into a room that was as cave GU
into the rock. And l, Robert Carruth
ers, followed him-to my death.
Seated upon a rude bench In tina
cave room, bound with rope Of grea
size. disheveled and soiled, but wit
all Of the nobility of his great estat
|. in his grave face, was my adore'
Capitaine the Count de Lasselles! A
!. we entered he rose beside the benc
{ and in that rising displayed chai
! by which one OF his feet was mad
fast to the rock of the wall.
$ Good morning, sir" said my Gouyel
= neur Faulkner rs IL greeting gentle
e man upon the street Of that city Q
/ Hayesville.
8 "Also good morning, sir" made r.
ply my poor Capitaine the Count q
s Lasselles. And he stood with fin
q and great courtesy waiting for IN
/ Gouyerneur Faulkner to state to hii
n what his visit could portend, as woul
he have done in his regimental rool
II at Tour.
u And as he stood for that very Ion
J. minute there expired the last momen
Z Of the life Of Robert Carruthers.
u stream Of light fell from the little wi
II dow high in the rock upon his luckie: