Bozeman avant courier. [volume] (Bozeman, Mont.) 1872-1882, 1875-10-08
A MidSUmmeP's NiShf n. Il


Sitting all the long summer evening
patiently pestered by tho boisterous
children; patiently listening to and CO
incid,ng with all the crop talk and wealth
er talk Of the old gentleman; patiently
indorsing all the old lady's views upon
the best manner of stewing prunes Of
bringing polls to head, aud all the time
furtively watching the pretty figure op
pOsite, the brown curls and hands were
busy stOnine the cherries, and watching
with sidslOng glances the slow hand upon
the d,als Of the old clock creeping around
10 the longed fhr hour Of nine; watching
it ,imidy. longingly. yet in dread; for TO-
night the old. old story mpst be told
and eternal joy or sorrow must be tie re-
suit.
At last the clear chime rang out
Father went to the window IL look Mt the
sky, and thinks i will be a good day 10
morrow to get in that hay in the wes'
meadow, aid ten he goes off to bed.
And mother puts the bread to rise and
shuts out the Cat, and winds up the clock,
and CAUTIONS Melinlhy to lock the from,
door. and .'not Get nothing afire," ADD
70 lows her lord. A door closes and all il
silent, save the steady ''lick tQck" Of The
|clOck.
He began his often rehearsed stor. .
He was . little weak and uncertain .
first, and tumbled over 0bdutate adjec
uves, and got mixed in the me>hes o'
poly sillable substxniives, and now and
.hsu oovsr~d an hiatus with . cough; bu'
he preeevered and by and by waxed clio
|qucnt. Said ha:
II have always loved you, Melinthy
When was bov you wee days brigh
harbinger, rising with the evening star be
fore my longing vision. Later in life my
soul was like the purple blossom o. tht
sun dial. turning eyer tovsrds you, the
bright orb of day, and dropping low IN"
withering when it sank behind the West
|ern hills, and oil was dark; and later. o
Ibosrding. school, I weariec of the fail
faces that sought 20 win my smile, snd
my thoughts few to you a. the white
pinioped carrier pigeon wings his sur,
flcht to his mate IN his native hills.
cared nothing fer the beauties of anti
auity. Venus and Soldene and Catherine
de Medicky, and those others were u
nouebt to me. for you was the jewe
locked in the cssket Of my heart o
hearts. Apd now l turn toward you .
he suaamer afternoon turns TO the sunset
land ask you to be mine. To be the sWes
song bird of my life, to make soft music
lin nv soul forever. l am no longer
boy: / am . man, with mans hope an.
a mans heat. See, Melinthy! TO my fui
height spring before you Is spraIl
Minerv-''
He sprapg, according 70 announce
ment, and sharp, ripping, CRACKING
souud. told that little Johnny's chewing
WAX had been left in the chair, and In
se..t of those nice, tkin linen pants re
mained with It,
He whirled about to view the sitsat'on
and su id+ply clssped his hands oen'n'
linn snd turned back, but t"o late. - D.
sw by the scarlet face before hm' No.
covered with two little hands.
With one hand behind him. ano "o'
,.rine some incoherent words OF fare
we'll he moved by the flank 70 the ono'
|backed into the hall. backed Out OF ~
! ]front door. backed of the steps 'n'o :
marieold bed. and never heea'ne IN!
anxious. ..Are you burt, Ezrs! eo"nl
1 Il : eigglc, he gathered himself up 90.
] m.diy broke sor the front gate sui WI
lone hand behind hun.
Out upon the lonely county PIKE -
IN .vful pause-and stood in sh
sofk, sweet moonlight