The Lincoln County herald., 1871-01-26
A. WOMAN'S LOVE.

A woman's love is very unmanagea-
BILE thing generally very absurd thing.
1t is almost quite sure to fall on the
wrong object, and to shun the proper one,
especially if the woman is romantic.
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 to fall desperately in love with
Charley Carleton, who, besides being BY
no means handsome, was comparatively
poor, and cared nothing for her-nothing
from her point Of view at least, though
he liked Der we'll enough, was often
found in her society, and thought her
very pretty.
lie was by no means to be blamed for
the affair. 1t would be more sensational
to say that he he'd striyen to win hor
heart merely to play with it and cast it
aside; but truth compels US to aver that
he had done no such thing. The poor
girl had managed the affair entirely her
self-and had made him her beau ideal; /;
invested him with all the perfections under
the sun humbly 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 10 little red book. with a
lock and clasp, and had some faint idea
of forwarding it to him at her demise,
which, according to her calculations,
must occur very shortly.
All this sounds very foolish, little
short of idiotio; but just as every man
can recall that awful space of time which
followed the consumption of his first cigar
such horrible thing to him, such a
funny thing to everybody else 80 must
susceptible women look back on dread
full season Of secret sorrow, when life
seemed to have nothing left of bright
ness, and only the poor little breaking
heart knew its own bitterness.
After the 6rst experience. your smoker
takes his cigar in peace aud comfort; SO
a woman, having eaten her own heart I
while, suddenly finds it gone, and gener
1alIy turns to Irritation very merrily, ant
becomes one of those happy creatures
who, while woundiug themselves receive
no wounds.
Poor little Rosetta would not hav'
believed you had you told her this ant
she was really wasting away, and growinI
pale and hollow.eyed, to the sorrow o
Maurice Darrow, who guessed the trut
we'll enough and wondered not a littl
that Rosetta could smile on any on
without bringing him instantly to he
feet. But besides Maurice, whose eye
had frightened and sharpened. no .on
had any suspicion of the truth. Oh
Grandma Muir thought "Rosa was tax
ing after her mother who died from con
. sumption"
Old Uncle Rufus Muir sent for ply
siciau, who prescribed Country air ;
:, and to . certain far.away farmhouse poe
Rosetta was sent forthwith. That littl
red book with clasps, in which to describ
: her secret thoughts, went with her.
"Come back fat and rosy, my pet,
said grandma, as she kissed the gi
. goodby.
Iel sand break all the young farmer
q . hearts, my dear" said Uncle Rufus.
Il Rosetta said nothing she kissed the'
II mutely. Sho was going into the couut'
q . to die, and intended to be buried under
certain willow, even more beautiful tha