The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1917-03-29

VI lIe very SNecL DeEc Sill Al OsuC
rifles and silver slippers was guild
ing past him in the trot of fox.
1t is with burning of countenance
that arises from a hot shame, which l
do not even to this moment exactly
understand, that | recall to my mind
that half hour which Mr.. Robert Car
ruth Frs of Gree and Bye spent with
the beautiful Madam Patricia Whit
worth in one of the deep windows that
looked from the private study Of his
over into the great hills that surround
the city. Things happened in this
wise: That Madam Whitworth made
the commencement of our duel Of In.
telligences by assuming that l was
simple French infant before whom she
could dangle the very sweet bonbon OF
affection and take away from 1t
treasure that it held III the hollow of
its hand as Il sacred trust: that Mad
am Whitworth did not realize that In
stead of very small young boy from
gay Paris, whose eyes We're closed like
those of very young cat, she was
dealing with the very wicked girl who
placed the word "devil'' behind the
word dare
was that girl
II suppose it is absurd for staid
old matron like myself to be jealous.
really jealous, at seeing a child like
you being consumed alive by a lot of
simpeiing misses in pink and blue chit
fon pinafores. who ought to be in their
nursery cots asleep. but l have been
and am. boy. Did you forget that
was your oldest friend while Sue Tom
linson fed you sweets out of her land?"
And as she spoke she seated herself
In the exact center of the window seat
| and motioned me to place myself In
| the portion of the LETT side that remain
| ed. | inserted myself into the space
| that was so indicated and laid my arm
along the window ledge behind her
very much undressed back so that !
might give to my lungs space to ex-
| pand for air. l think that arrange
ments made very much for the COM
fort of the beautiful Madam Patricia.
for she Immediately appropriated that
arm as cushion for her undraped
shoulders.
| And there in the mansion Of the
gouvcrneur of the state of Harpeth
himself that lovely woman did unfold
to me the most wonderful plan for the
most enormous robbery Of both her
/ own government and mine-or should
I say of both of my governments THAT
| it could be in the power OF mortal
| mind to conceive. 1t was beautiful.
reasonable, generous, patriotic, sympa-
thetic drama of the gigantic war mule.
and it had only one tiny. hidden OBJ.
scure line III one of its verses but in
/ that line lay all of dishonor that could
come to man and a state who should
allow smaller nation fighting for Its
life and its honor to be defrauded OF
one of the supplies which were of a
deadly necessity for its success.
think even saw the dastardly scheme
mare plainly than did my uncle, the
1 General Robert. Tor had listened will
more than one car while my capitaine
the Count de Lassclles, explained te
wee Pierre some Of the details OF sup
plying the army Of the republiQue.
think he had talked Of things that the
little one could not understand just tt
make al ease of the pressure OF all o.
his business upon his troubled min6
and breaking heart. And as Madam
Whitworth talked could lear m,
Pierre's brave voice as he always gave
assurances to his sad idol.
"All of plenty is in America. and she
will give to France"
And here sat great strong Roberta
the Marquise of Gree and Bye. hold
ing In the hollow OF her arm beauti
full American woman who had hcrsel
contrived a monstrous plan to let ;
quantity of the lifeblood Of France t