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

into q little ROAD OF mucn naffOWncSS
and Of beautiful brown dirt the color
of the riding trousers that wore, and
stop beside very humble, small house,
which was covered with a vine In beau
tiful bud and around which many
chickens lowered in waiting for q
morning breakfast. Behind the small
house was large barn, and as l made
a nice turn and stop beside the white
gate a man in blue garment that
now know is called overalls came to
the door of the barn.
Hello. Bud! Are Lightfoot and
Steady in good condition for trip
across to Turkey gulch?" called my
Gouyerneur Faulkner as he alighted
from the car.
Git as fiddles, Governor Bill" an
Bwered the man, as he came to the
gate to shake hands with the Gouver-
neur Faulkner "'Light and come in to
breakfast. Granny has got couple Of
chickens already in the skillet And
| say, l want you to see what Mandy
have got with her. Ten pounds. Gov"
Congratulations, Bud; that is some
-boy" said my Gouverneur Faulkner
with question as he again grasped
the hand Of the large man.
NAV, Gov. What's the matter with
| gal child:" And the nice young fa-
ther of the poor little female made a
| bristle of his disposition in defense of
his daughter.
| "Not a thing on earth, Bud, except
that the whole sex are the unknown
| quantity. This is my secretary. Rob-
ert Carruthers, the generals nephew.
Come in, Robert. and you'll have one
square meal in your life if you never
get another. Get me the usual food
wallet together, Bud, please, and let
me have it and the horses the very
moment I've swallowed the last bite of
my drum bone, will you? We've got to
ride fast and far today, and want no.
body on my trail. Understand"
Yep, Gov" was the answer that good
Bud man made as my Gouyerneur
Faulkner and took our way through
many chickens into the low little house
| God bless my soul, if here amt the
governor come for bite with Granny
Bell this fine morning!' exclaimed q
very nice old lady from above a stove
which was steaming with food of such
an odor as to create madness in my
very empty stomach.
"More than any bite, granny an
swered my Gouverreur Faulkner as he
came beside the stove to shake hands
with the nice hostess.
I'D like to feed you some gold fried
III silk. Governor Bill, fer that mercy
to my nephew Timms. I can't say
what l feels and finish this cream
gravy the right color for you" And a.
she spoke the fine old friend Of my
Gouverneur Faulkner wept as sh,
shook a -steaming sauce in black pal
and turned with the left hand a COLDER
piece Of bread upon another part Of th,
stove.
II don't need anything more thar
your well done,' Granny" answered
my Gouverneur Faulkner as he laid
gentle hand on the trembling shoulde
Of the nice old lady. This youngste
here got the word from Mary. and 70,
can give him both of the liver wings
you want to show your gratitude t
him."
God bless you, young gentleman
and you shall have anything tina
Granny Bell has to give you in graft
tude. Now draw up two chairs an
fall to, boys" and as she spoke sh
set the dishes Of beautiful odor upo
a very clean table beside the stove.
us it that may wash the greas
stains of the car from my hands b.
fore eating. dear madam?' l asked q
her.
Back porch, you'll find the buckle
and pan and towel, youngster. l can
wait for you," made answer my Go,
verneur Faulkner, as. he laughed an
began upon the repast that must {
necessity be hurried one