Bozeman avant courier. [volume] (Bozeman, Mont.) 1872-1882, 1875-04-09
Number 21.

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after . moment or two of overwhelming
silence, If you II be good enough to stitch
that button on my glove, III 20 down
town. have already wasted too much
time
So the verbal passage at arms ended,
and Mil!y felt that 20 far she was worssed.
1 She watched Mr. Gates dsiS- of in N
), elegant open barouche. drawn by long
tailed chestnut horses. al In = glitter OF
lplsted harness, and turned away, almost
) wishing that she was Millicient Hsugh
once again behind her desk In the little
lred school house.
She looked around ct the inlaid furni.
,ure, Ambusson carpets and satin window
Idraperies. and thought. with . passionate
Ipang. how little al this avsiled her.
It's So provoking OF Radcliffe 7 she
lmurmured. I've half . mind to 60 out
to service, or drtssmaking. or something.
for must have money Of my own, and I
will!'
Just then servant knocked at the door
with basket and note.
An old lady in shaker bonnet and .
nne horse wagon left it, said the girl with
4 scarcely disguised litter: She wouldn't
come in, although I invited her.
Mrs. Gates opened the note. ltrau In
stiff, olcfashisned caligraphy, ~ If the
pen were an upwonted implement in tho
writer's hand.
DEAR M,LLY: The strawberries in the
south medd-r lot are just ripe. where you
used 10 pick 'em when you were little
lg,rl 50 Penelope picked lot and We
made bold to send them to you for tho
sake of old times, - Aunt Araminta 10
going 10 the city tomorrow. we hope
YOU win like them. Affectionately your
friend, MARIA ANN PEABODY.
The tears spark led in the brides eyea.
For an instant it seemed to her as If she
were merry child again, picking straw
berries in the golden rain of July sun
shine. with the scent of the wild roses In
the air and the gurgle of the little trout
stream elise by. And - she lifted the lid
|of the grea. basket of crimson. luscious
fruit. and inhaled the luscious perfume,
sudden idea darted into her heal.
Now l will have money o. my own?
she cried out-'money that I will earn
myseH and thus be independent!
Half IN hour afterwards Mrs. Gates
came down stairs, to the infinite amaze
ment of Rachael, the chambermaid, and
Louisa. the parlor maid, IN . brown giug-
ham dresa. = white pique sun bonnet and
q basket on her arm.
'Won't YOU have the carriage, ma'amv
asked the l.tter, - Mra. Gates beckoned
to Il Passing omnibus.
No, won, + said the bauker's lady.
When within the city limits she aligbted
md set to wok ia good earnest.
Strawberries! who'll buy my wild
strawberries ? mng out her clear, shrill
voice, - she walked along. lightly bal
ancing the weight on her arm, and enjoy
ing the imprcmptu masquerade - only
spirited young woman can do.
Mrs. PrOwler bought four quarts for
At twenty-five cents per quart.
Wild strawberries has such favor
'asd the old lady re6ecsively; and ta,n't
,ften you get 'eln here in the city. s'pose
you don't come round reg'lar. young wo-
nan?'
No, don't, ma'am.'
Because you might get some good Gus
omers, said Mrs. ProwIer.
Miss Seminthia Hail, who keeps board
.rs, purchased two quarts; Mrs. Captain
2arury took one; and then Milly jumped
N the cars and rode wearily down town.
I've got dollar and seventy five cents
# my own, at all events she said to her
elf.
Strawberries! Nice, ripe. wild straw.
'erries! Buy my strawberries!
Her sweet voice resounded through the
lalls Of the great marble building, on
whose first door the great bank wss situ-
ted.
1t chanced TO be dull interval Of bust
less just then. and the cashier looked up
si'h yawn.
4 say, Bill James, said he to the young.
st clerk, I have Az idea that few straw
eries wouldn't 60 bajly. Gall ia tho
soman!'
Billy. nothi,g 10th, slipped of his stool
rith pen behind each ear and scaMpered
IF into the hall
50 Milly sold another quart.
As she was giving change for the cash.
RS dollar bill, the president himself
amc IN. bustling and brisk as usual.
Ell? What! H"w?' barked out Mr..
IAdcl,ffe Gates. 8 rawberries! Well.
ont care if take few myself. Here,
Oung woman, how do you sell themf'
Twenty-Five cents . quart. cir, 1t you
lease. purred she with much humility.
Mrs. Gs,es 7 he ej~culsted.
MY name. sir. said Millicent.
May venture 10 inquire
oh, yes!' said Mi.ly. you may inquire
. much ~ you please. needed little
,oney and lam earning II Sec how much
have already ! and she triumphanlly dis
lAyed her roll of crumpleh stamps The
were oil my own. sent u me
his morning by old Mrs. Peabody. and I
elling them 10 get On income of my Own.'
You. ma'am, selling berries through the
Ircessr
Milly male . second courtesy.
Extreme necess,ties justify extreme
arncd my own living before l saw you.
nd can again
Mr.. Ra icliffe Gates looked uneasilN
round at Tie crowd Of gsping clerkA
.Jamee, said be, call me . hack. Ny
ear let me take you homa'
Not until have cold the rest of my
sauoily retorted the young
Iif..
'I'll take 'em-at any price!' impatisntly
xclximed the banker.
Cash DOWN.
Yes anything. svssything-only como
VI Of this crowd
81 Mr. and Mn. 0ases went home; and
bat evening the hanker agreed " make
10 wife . regular allowsncs Of % much
ey week. 70 be paid down every Monday
lOrnisg at the breakfast tahla
But we'll have no moro selling straw.
erries, sald NJ. Gates, aeevously.