Elmore bulletin. [volume] (Rocky Bar, Idaho) 1889-1906, 1890-02-01
MY ONLY LOVE.
And He, My Hero, I Lost Forever
to My Sister.

Nc are not very we'll of. Fathers
situation in the bank. although a re-
sponsiblc one, yielded but a small salary
when compared with the expensive
family it had TO support; so when the
question came up where we should
spend the summer one of the first
things TO be taken into consideration
was expense.
IL did not make much difference To me
Il was sure OF certain amount OF ad-
miration and attention wherever went.
| had always received it since my first
day in school, whore my pretty curls
and shining eyes had captured the
hearts OF tho ''big boys" up To the last
ride taken in the park.
With not only the beauty. but much
OF the cleverness OF the family, nat
arally great things were expected Of me.
had hut one sister-a poor. pale
little thing. She was younger than
nd had always been delicate, but for
one time had been growing gradually
weaker, until now we wheeled her about
the house in her easy-chair II was
finally decided that mamma should take
the boys up into New Hampshire, and
sister Millie and | should go down to
lSeachpoint, little unknown resort on
the coast.
Father accompanied us, but only
stopped long enough to see us comfort
ably settled. | was lonesome enough
the first few days. There were no
boarders but u.s. and the house was the
only one on the beach. our neighbors
being away back in the uplands.
dutifully took my bath each day as
one swallows a bitter tonic | played
on tho little, old-fashioned piano in the
parlor. and TO kill time slept away the
greater part of the long summer after
Moons. Il was all very dull and common
place.
Millie was cheerful and contented.
She read and worked on the pretty
things she was constantly knitting out
of brigh, wools, or sketched as much of
tho scenery as she could see from her
chair by the window.
One "ycning was out OF sorts and a
little Cross, and had just declared |
wouldn't make toilet to go downstairs.
whore there was no one but the land
lords son, who usually expressed his
admiration with open-mouthed wonder.
Presently our landlady bustled in full
of Importance
Il just ran up a minute to tell you
that the stage has come. and Mr.. Brent
was in It lie Is here every summer and
comes cunning in the winter. He gave
ms the sail-hoat on the bay, and we had
his name painted on ii, .Hartly Brent,
He eint so very young. but he il rich.
and ! thought perhaps you'd like TO
know he was here so as to change your
dress before You come down.
She hurried away, feeling she had
done a good deed.
After closing the door to shut out the
cool sea air ] wrapped shawl around
poor. shiyering Millie. saying:
Now. dear, have been 'forewarned,
and whom am arrayed in my new gren-
| adine shall be 'forearmed'
Time dragged no longer after Hartly
Brent came. and soon several other
pleasure-seekers arrived until we were
merry party. Escorts were plenty.
and. as was the privilege OF my belle
hood. ] chose such as pleased me best.
When my choice Fell on Mr.. Brent, as it
often did. | could see how pleased he
was to be of service. He was never Of
feious yet always ready to quietly
render any little attention needed. His
manner was different from tho gay gal
lantry OF other cavaliers, with their
jests and fiattery, though he was always
deferential and praised my taste. my
music and my voice with discriminat-
| ing earnestness | know TO be sincere
''lt is because he is older than the
others" said TO Millie, who loved TO
! hear me talk OF him.
She was always interested in any
thing liked, and he had been kind to
her, bringing her fruit and flowers and
books. and taking her in his strong
arms down 20 the parlor of an evening
and back again TO her room when she
was tired. besides" | said TO myself.
the warm blood eircling round my heart
at the thought, their attentions mean
nothing. and he Is in earnest
How quickly time fiies when one is
happy Each perfect summer day has Its
remembrance in my heart; we boated
and fished and gathered shells through
the day, and in the evening sat on the
! long piazza after had tucked Millie In
the bed and kissed her goodnight
SIR BroHt and engaged in quiet con
| verszatSon. our voices subdued, that they
might not reach or disturb those who