The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1917-03-15

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SIS it that you are also q friend Of my
capitaine7"
with fright. Il wept when must see
my good friend. Capitaine. the Count
de Lasselles. depart from our ship In
one of those tu9boats. 1t was pain
in my breast that he must leave me to
go into the. wildness of Canada
'Oh, then he went to Canada f1rst?'
exclaimed that Madam Whitworth as
she leaned back on her seat as If re-
lieved from some form of great anx-
iety about the departure of that Cap
itaine, the Count de Lasselles.
lis it that you are also friend OF
my capitaine?" l demanded. with
great eagerness Of pleasure If it should
be SO.
'Oh, no. no, indeed!' exclaimed the
beautiful Madam Whitworth Il was
speaking Of my own friend, who might
have taken a Canadian line instead of
the American. She is so careless about
instructions. Now look. We are be-
ginning to wind down into the very
heart Of the Harpeth valley, and by
the time you make very tidy that mop
Of hair you have on your head and
powder my nose we will be in Hayes
vile to face the general in all of his
glory. Mind. you kiss my hand so he
can see you. want to give him that
sensation in payment of debt ! owe
him. Now. do go and smooth the mop
if it takes pint of water to do it.
That New York tailor has turned you
out wonderfully, but even those very
square English tweeds do not entirely
disguise the French cavalier. You're
a beautiful boy, and the girls In
Hayesville will eat you up-if the gen.
eral ever let's them get sight of you,
which he probably won't. Now 60 to
the mopr'
For many years, since the lonely
| day just after the death of my moth
er, when my father took me into the
furthest depths of his sad heart and
told me of his exile from the place III
| which he had been born and about
the elder brother who had hated my
beautiful mother, who hated all wo-
men. l had spent much time erecting
In my mind a statue that would be
the semblanee Of that wicked and
cruel uncle. l had taken every dis
agreeable feature Of face and body
that had beheld in another human or
! in picture or had read of in the tales
Of that remarkable Mr.. Dickens. who
could SO paint in words monstr0us
/ person to come when the lights are
out to haunt the darkness, and had
carefully patched them one upon an
other so as to make them into an ideal
Of an old uncle Of great wickedness.
On that very ship itself had beheld
a man, who came upon the lower deck
from the engine, who had but one eye
and great scar where that other eye
should have been placed. Immediate
" my image of the General Robert
ICarruthers lost one of the wicked eyes
Ii had given him from out the head OF
the stepfather who did so cruelty stare
at the poor young David Copperfeld
s and became a man with only one eye
which still held the malevolence that
was hurled at that small David. And
with this squat, crooked, evil image
of the General Robert Carruthers in
my heart l alighted from the train
into the city Of Hayesville, which is
the capital Of the great American state
of Harpeth. The black man had
| swung himself Off with my bags and
that Of the beautiful Madam Whit.
worth, who. with me, was the last Of
the passengers to descend from the
steps Of the car.
"My dear Jeffr exclaimed my SO
lovely new friend as she raised her
ve;l for a very seemly kiss from a
tall and quite broad gentleman will
very wide hat and long mustachios
that dropped far down with want OF
wax that 1t Is the custom to use fol
their elevation in France. as I well
know from my fathers wrathy re
marks to his valet II he made tor
great use of it upon his. "And this
is General Carruthers' nephew wht
| t'dIue SpWu wa tuC dAAA "'lh AAAS
My husband, Mr.. Carruthers Of Gre,
and Bye" with which introduction she
confronted me with the gentleman.
"Glad to know you, young man
glad to know you," he answered a!
he took my hand and gave 1t an EN-
brace Of such vigor that ! alnlos
made outcry. There's the genera
over there looking for you. Come Il
see US some time. Come on. Patsy!'
"Goodby. Mr.. Carruthers. I'll SCI
you soon.' said the beautiful MADAM
Whitworth as she held out her hand t
me- do it nowhere comes the gen
eral-quick, kiss my handr'
:, bent and did as she bade me ant
as had promised her to do. and as
raised myself she slipped away quick
i II after her husband with salutatiol
, Of great coolness to person over m,
shoulder and How do you do. Gen
. eral Carruthers?". remark as she went
/ Instantly turned and faced the ma
! ter.alization of the ogre 1t had take
] me years to build up into my wicke
uncle And what did ] see?