The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1917-05-03

patoiS | could not understand, as ne
coslld not comprehend the English
make use Of, and you see me thus.
beg Of you to tell me If that wicked |
signature has been made"
1.-THE papers have not been signed,
thank God, captain, and your very i'm
patient lieutenant is being shown some
southern hospitality by the flower and
chivalry of old Harpeth. And l beg
your pardon for allowing you to be a
prisoner a minute longer than neces-
sary," was the answer made to him
by my Gouverneur Faulkner. Unite
the captain, Jim. He's all right And
you can bring us little of your noun
tain dew while l clear this table here
to use for the papers of cur business
And still my Gouverneur Faulkner did
not speak or look at me, and In my
heart / then knew that he never
would.
II will make all ready" l said rs
lifted large gun, horn Of a beast
full of powder and several pipes with
tobacco from the table of rough boards
that stood under the window for light.
"Ah. that Is a good release! Thank
you that you did not make tight enough
for abrasions your cords, my good
man." said my Capitaine the Count de
Lasselles as he stretched out his arms
and then bent to make rubbing OF
his ankle upon which had been the
chain.
81 said you warn't no revenue. Here,
drink, stranger answered the wild
| Jim as he handed a bottle Of white
liquid to my Capitaine the Count de
Lasselles and also another to my Gou-
| verneur Faulkner. 'That boy can
suck the drippings," he added as he
looked at me with humor.
Get cups and water, Jim," COM
manded my Gouverneur Faulkner.
with smile. Don't drink 1t straight.
captain. 1t will knock you down."
Il will procure the cups and the wa
ter" said, with rapidity, for longed
to leave that room for few moments
In which to shake from my eyes some
Of the tears that were making a mist
before them.
''Git a fresh bucket from the spring
up the gulch, Bob, while go beat the
boys outen the bushes with the news
that they amt no revenue. They'll
want to see BILL was the direction
that wild Jim gave to me as he placed
in my hand a rude bucket and pointed
up the side Of the hill Of great steep
ness. After so doing he descended
around the rock by the path which We
had ascended.
what is 1t that you shall do now
Roberta, marquise of Gree and Bye?'
l wept question to myself as dipped
that bucket into clear pool and made
ready to return to the hut "All 4
lost to you"
st do not know" answered to my
self.
And when had made safe return
to the hut with small portion of tn
water only remaining in the bucket
for the cause of many slides In til
steep descent from the pool, foun
my Gouverneur Faulkner and my Car
itaine the Count dc I-asselles engage
deeply In mass of papers on the ta
BILE between them and with no thank
to Roberta. the marQuise of Cree an
E Bye, when she served to them tincup
I of the water and liquid that l ha
; ascertained by tasting to be Of fire.
believe it to be thus that In affairs {
business in the minds of men all w
i men are become drowned.
'Will you write this out for his e.
cellency, my dear mademolsellc!
= would request my good Capitaine tt
{, Count de Lasselles.
Il THANK you." would be the reply
0 received from the Gouveraeur Faull
ner OF the state Of Harpeth, with new
q one small look into my eyes that 50 b
: sought his.
And for oil of the hours of that vel
e long afternoon sat ON low stool b