Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1890-01-10
MY ONLY LOVE.
And He, My Hero, Lost Forever
to My Sister.

We ARE not very we'll off. Fathers
situation in the bank, although re-
sponsiblo one, yielded but small salary
when compared with the expensive
family II bad to support; so when the
question came up whore we should
spend the summer ono Of the first
was expense.
1t did not make much difference to me
Il was sure Of certain amount OF ad-
miration and attention wherever | went.
! had always received 1t since my first
day In school. whore my pretty curls
and shining eyes had captured the
hearts OF the "big boys" up TO tho last
ride taken In the park.
With not only the beauty. but much
Of the cleverness OF the family, nat
urally great things were expected OF nae.
| had but one sister-a poor, pale
little thing. She was younger than /
and had always been delicate, but for
some time had been growing gradually
weaker, until now we wheeled her about
the house in her easy-chair. IL was
finally decided that mamma should take
the boys up into New Hampshire, and
sister Mile and | should go down to
Beachpoint, 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 us, and the house was the
only ono on the beach, our neighbors
being away back In the uplands,
dutifully took my bath each day as
ono swallows bitter tonic. / played
on the 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 duh and common
place.
Millic was cheerful and contented.
She road and worked on the pretty
things she was constantly knitting out
OF bright woods, or sketched as much of
the scenery as she could SEQ from her
chair by tho window.
| One veuing | was out of sorts and a
little cross, and had just declared |
wouldn't make q toilet to go downstairs,
| whore there was no one but the land
lords son, who usually expressed his
admiration with open-mouthod wonder.
| Presently our landlady hustled In full
OF Importance.
II JUST ran up minute to tell you
that the stage has come, and Mr.. Brent
was in IT, lie IL here every summer and
comes cunning In the winter. He gave
us the sail.boat on the bay, and we had
his name painted on it, 'liartly Brent
lie dn't 30 very young, but he Is rich
and | thought perhaps you'd like to
know he was here SO IA to change your
dress before you come down"
She hurried away, feeling she had
done a good deed.
After closing tho door to shut out the
cool sea air | wrapped a shawl around
poor, shiyering Mile, saying:
"Now. dear, | have been 'forowarned,
and when am arrayed In my new gren-
adinc | shall be forearmed.'
Time dragged no longer aftcr Hartly
Brcut camc, and soon several other
/ pleasure-scekers arrived, until we we're
a merry party, Escorts were plenty.
| and, rs was the privilege Of my belle
hood, | chose such az pleased me- best.
| When my choice fell ON MIR. Brent, "a II
often did. | could noe how pleased he
was 10 ho OF service. He was never of
ocious, yet always ready to quietly
render any little attention needed His
manner was different from the gay gal
lantry of other cavaliers, with their
jests and battery, though he was always
detcrential and praised my taste. my
music and my voice with discriminate
Ing earncstness know to be sincere.
at is because no is older than the
others. | said to Mile, 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 to the parlor OF an evening
and back again to her room when she
was tired, Besides" | said TO myself,
the warm blood circling round my heart
at the thought, their attentions mean
nothing, and he is in earnest"
How quickly time flies when one i,
happy Each perfect summer day has it'
remembrance in my heart; we hoated
and iished and gathered shells through
the day, and in the evening sat on tht
long piazza after had tucked Mile IL
the bed and kissed her goodnight.
Mr., Brent and | engaged in quiet con
versation. our voices subdued, that they
might not reach or disturb those whC
rat with US, while he told OF his home
of his struggles with the world, and the
success which had crowned them; hi
past life and plans, and aspirations 70
the future
Listening TO his voice and looking GU
over the moonlit expanse, love freightet
fairy boat and launched 1t from th'
sand, and l watched it sailing DER thu
summer sea, careless where it drifted,
was SO happy.
Each day looked in the little squar'
, glass that hung on the.Ivall of our room
and saw myself growing more blooming
and radiant, Mr.. Brent-I called hin
Hartlv in NIX thoughts-said reminde,