The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1870-12-09
A WO M A MS LOVE.
BY ANONYMOUS.


A woman's love is II very nnmanage-
able thing; generally very absurd
thing. 1t is almost quite sure To fall
on the wrong object, aud to shan the
proper one especially if the woman is
romantic. sts-.t
Bat, to my story:
Nothing could have been more
sensible than for Rosetta Muir TO give
her heart to the handsome Maurice
Darrow. who had courted her smiles
for two long years. and who was not
only rich, but good and noble into the
bargain: but, instead, she chose 70 fall
desperately in love with Charley Carl
ton, who. besides being by no means
handsome, was comparatively poor,
and cared just nothing for her moth
ing from her point of view, ut least,
though he liked her well enough, was
often found in her, society, aud thought
her very pretty.
He was by no means TO lie blamed
for the affair. II would be more sen
satioIii.l to say that he had striven 10
win her beart merely To play with il
and cast 1t aside; but truth com pels III
TO aver that be had done uo sucii
thing. The poor sirl had managed
the affair entirely herself aud ual
made him her beau ideal; Invested him
with all the periectiuns under the sun
huInbiy made up her mind that she
WAS quite unworthy Of him. and taken
to tears, red eyes, deep sighs, and the
composition of sensational poetry
which she copied III Il little red book
with lock and clasp, and had some
faint idea of forwarding it to him ai
her demise, which, according To her
calculations must occur veiy shorty.
All this sounds very foolish. little
short of idiotic but just rs every man
can recall that awful space of time
which follewd the consumption Of Is
first cigar-such horrible thing te
him, such funny thing to every bod,
else-so must susceptible women lool
BACK ON dreadful season of secret
sorrow, when life seemed to have
nothing left OF brightness, and onl,
the poor little foolish aching hear
knew its own bitterness. 4a.af-
After the first experience, you,
smoker takes his cigar in pence and
comfort; 70 a woman, having eater
her own heart while suddenly find,
| it gone, and generally tur $ TO firia
ton very merrily, and becomes one u
those happy creatures who, while
woundiug, themselves receive ne
wounds. aa s-1
Poor little Rosetta would not have
believed you had you told heribis; ant
she was really wasting away, an,
growing pale and haliowed-eyed, to
the sorrow of Maurice Darr ow, wht
guessed the truth we'll enough anf
wondered not little that Rosett.
could smile on any one without bring
ing him instantly to her feet. But be
sides Maurice, whose eyes love hat
frightened and sharpened, no one hat
any suspicion Of the truth. Ole
Gramma Muir thought Rosa wa
taking after her mother, who dice
from consumption.
Old Uncle Rufus Muir sent for /,
physician, who prescribed "countr,
air." and TO certain far-away farm
house poor Rosetta was sent forth
with. That little red book witt
clasps, in which to describe her secre
thoughts, went with her. -5.a
"Come back fat and rosy, my pet,
said grandma, as she kissed the gir
goodby.
"And break all the young farmers
hearts, my DEAR" said Uncle Rufus
i Rosetta said nothing; she kisse.
them inutely. She was going into tb
country to die, aud intended to b
barie under certain willow, evel
Ilnore beautiful than most willows
which stood in the cemetery Of tn
place. She took great though painful
pleasure in the idea, especially when
/ as the carriage rolled down Picadily
she caught from the window o glimps
Il of Charley Carleton promenadihg wIt
i Fanny Flutter, carrying her parasol
land shocking in her eyes, love, sal,
Rosetta, quoting from her little re
lbook, "as you never looked in mine.
Before this, Rosetta had made upghe
mind to die slowly of consumption =
; now she resolved upon a rapid decline
To further .this--though to do he
. Justice, not premediatedly-she wei
l 10, the cemetery with, her little re
book and pencil, on athe,damp sprin
: afternoon following her arrival; an
sitting under the willow, IN d Whit
) dressianf no shawl, began to compos
= the FIRST verse Of q poem which ha