The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1889-11-01
A EXPERIENCE

We were. not very well oil. Fathers
situation i'm tlls. hank. although ~ rs,spoii-
sible one, yielded hut ,s small salary when
compared with the expensive family il
had Ia support; so, when tile question
came mp whcrs. we should spend the sum-
mer. one of the first things Ia In taken
into consideration was expense.
Il did not make much difference To ms.
i was sure Of "a certain amount of ad-
miration and attention wherever ] went.
I had always received il since my first
day at school, where my pretty curls and.
shining cycs had captured the hearts Of
the '.big boys" up tai the last risle taken
in the park.
With not only the beauty hut much Of
the cleverncss of the family, naturally
great things were expected of me.
had but one sister poor. pale. little
thing. She was younger than l and Ind
always hs<n delicate, hut for some time
had been growing gradually weaker.
until nov we whr.Ieri her about the house
that mamma should take the boys up into
New Hampshire. and sister Millie ind I
should 60 down tai Bcachpoint, - little UNI
known resort on the coast.
Father accompanied us, hut only
stoppsh long enough To see us comfort
as.s S sew ss.xI ! WI Tsa Lonesome wcr,. NO s" S"s srs
but .Is. and tho hUsis.. was the only one on
the hAsach. our ncighisors hsing away back
1 dutifuily took my hath each day IN
one swallows ~ bitter tonic. ! played on
h little old.fashion.sl piano in the par
Tor, and tn kill time slept away the greater
part of the long summer afternoons. II
was all very dull and commonplace.
Miilie was cheerful and contcntcd. She
read and worked am the pretty things she
was constantly knitting out of bright
woods. ar skctchcd as much of the scenery
as she could see from her chair by the
One evening ! was on, Of sorts and a
little cross, and had just declared /
wouldnt make 10 toilet to go down stairs,
where theirs, was mo one but the Il
son. who usually Expressed his admiration
with oI'si,,nn,iti,.s WONDER.
~ just ran M, 10 minute tn tell you that
the stage has come. and MIR. Brent was in
IL. He is hcr, every umn,cr and comes
. cunning in the winter. tie gave us the
sailboai ON th', bay. and we had his name
painted on il. 'Hartly BRENT He ant so
very young, hut he IL rich, and / thought
perhaps you'd like tn know he WAS here,
so AS I" chang'. your dress before you
She hurried away, feeling she had done
a good deed.
cool sea air. I wrapicd n shawl around
poor shivcr,ng Millic, sayings:
"Now. dear. ] have, been 'forewarncd,'
dine I shall In. fore Lrmed'"
iimc dragged mo- longer after Hartley
Brent came. and soon several other pleas
~ party. Escorts were plenty, and. us
was the privilege of my be.ilehood. l chose
SUCH ~ tDleilSeu btte OSsSt w utsn tbly G.lbOlcc
fell on Mr. Brent, as il often did, l could
see how pleased he was tai Tx, Of service.
He was never ofticious. yet always ready
TO quietly RENDER any littl. attcntion need
ed. His manner was different from the
gay ~gallantry Of other ga walters, with their
jcsts and %fiattcry. though he was always
deferential, and praised my taste, my
music. and my voice with IA discriminate
ing earnc.'n''ss ] knew tai be sincere.
Others" ! said TO Aiiliic, who loved Ia hear
me talk of him.
ing her fruit and flowers. and taking her
iva his strong arms down To the Issrlor at
an evening. and back again To her r3om
myself, the warm blood cir.liug round my
heart at the Thought, their attentions
mean nothing, and le il in Earnest"
How quickly time hics when one is hap
by. Zach perfect summer day has "A re-
membrancs. in my heart we boatcd. and
fisl,ed. and gathered shells during the
day. and i'm the evening sat ON the long
piazza, after l had tucked Mile i'm bed
and kissed her good-nighi.
Mr.. Brent and 1 Engages in quiet con-
versation. our voices subdued. that they
might not reach ar disturb those Ii sat
his tro,,t,Ies with the world. and the sue
cess which had crowned them; his past
life and plans, and aspirations for the fu-
ture.
Listening tn his voice and looking out
over the noonlit expanss., love freiRhted
san niry and "SI 4 wns c "u Il sailing o."r ti..
summer seA. careless where IL drifted. ]
Each day I looked in the little square
glass that hung ON the wall of our room,
and saw myself growing more blooming
and radiant Mr.. Brent called hin,
Hartly i'm my thoughts-said i reminded
him of u crimson cnrnation. with my
bright color aud the spicy scent OF my
"And. Millie.' he added. turning TO hei
feel .iiFhssd, with her golden hair ana