Bozeman avant courier. [volume] (Bozeman, Mont.) 1872-1882, 1877-10-04
Our Selected St07'u.
The Story Of a Ticket Agent.

''WEsTERN trains gone. a'am," sale
Farmer Brown, coming into the waiting
room of the little depot.
'',The train | was to take?" | said, gasp
ing.
Yes, ma'am. Too bad. but can't be
helped. Harness will give out sometimes
you know" sympathizingly.
..When is the next Western train due q
asked.
Not till six o'clock. You've five hours
to wait. Be dreadful tiresome. ma'am
There's a nice family that lives in t'othtt
part Of the house-s'pose l tote you in
there. know Mrs. Holly will give ydu a
bite of something to eat. and she I'll be
proud to let you rest on her spare bed.
Fine woman. Mrs. Holly-I know her very
well. Won't you 60 in and see her:''
mo. thank you. sir. dare say I'll be
quite comfortable here"
"Well. jess as you please. But now
must be going. Hope you'll git to your
journeys end safe. GOOd-by."
And Farmer Brown left the room.
down the dusty road.
had been visiting friend who lived in
a country settlement. some five or six miles
from the solitary building dignified by the
name..of depot. and, when the time came
for me to return home, she placed me in
the care of neigfboring farmer who was
going to distant village, and would pass
the station.
During our ride We met with an accident.
Part of the harness gave way. and we
we're detained such a length of time that.
as the reader knows, was too late for the
train.
After Farmer Brown left me, amused
myself by reading newspaper, which
some one had left lying on the seat.
Finishing this. studied the design of
the wallpaper. counted the panes Of glass
in the little window. and wondered at the
tidiness Of the whole apartment.
Country depots are generally such vile,
dirty places. Wonder why this is an ex-
ception,'' l said to myself. Then thought
struck me. ''Oh. probably the place is
kept clean by the Mrs. Holly, over whose
virtues Farmer Brown was so enthusiastic.
Wonder if this same worthy female would
give me glass of water"
And tapped on the door communicat-
ing with the other apartment.
Come in.'' said a CHEEKY voice, and,
entering, l found myself in one Of the
prettiest. coziest rooms had ever seen.
The most delicate tint of buff was on the
walls. cool mating covered the floor, mus
lin curtains, festooned With ivy, hung at
the windows, and here and there were
books, brackets, pictures and flowers, and
all the dainty belongings that make room
look SO ''hOfffey'' and pleasant.
And most cliarming Of all, there lay In
white-draped cradle rOsv baby. fast
asleep, with rings Of golden hair, falling
over his white brow. and a great, red.
velvety rose clasped in his tiny, dimpled
hand.
Over Inn bent a woman Oftwentv-twO
or three years-a little mite of woman.
with bright, dark face, wildly colored.
big black eyes. and wondrous dark hair.
wound in heavy braids about her stately
head.
She arose wifi smile when entered
the room.
Excuse me, but may trouble you for
a glass of waterf'
mo trouble at all, ma'am Pray be
seated. Excuse me-" and she left the
room.
Presently she returned, bearing a salver
covered with snow white napkin, and
containing glass of water, glass of
.reamy milk. saucer of luscious red straw
)erries and plate of sponge cake, light as
yellow foam.
Pardon me,'' she said, smiling, ''if
axe too great liberty; but, you see,
farmer Brown told hhe Of your being COM
'elled to- wait so long, and 1 thought you
night be hungry
..Why, how very kind of you !" IexcRiin-
d, in pleased surprise.
Mot at all. It's pleasure to me. If
on are hot and dusty, perhaps you'd like
D bathe your face. If so, just step in
ere."
And she led the way into q little white
edroom-tl,e very heart Of cleanliness and
urity.