Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1871-12-30

father and mother will be |" thought
she, rs she looked at the sun, which had
risen some time. "They will wonder
where have been all night, and vet
must not tell them what ] have seem -
Then she fastened homeward, won.
derlng, however, as she went, to see
that the leaves, which were yesterday
so fresh and green, were now falling dry
and yellow around her. The cottage,
too, seemed changed; and when she
went in, there sat her father, looking
some years older than when she saw
him last, and her mother, whom she
hardly knew, was by his side. Close by
Rosebud, "who is this ?" "Who are
you that calls me father ?" said he !;
"are you-no, you cannot be-our long.
lost Rosebud ?'' But they soon saw that
twas their Rosebud; and the young man,
who was her old friend and playfellow
Martin, said, "No wonder you had for
gotten me in seven years do you not
remember how we parted, seven years
ago, while playing in the field? We
thought you were quite lost; but | am
! glad to see that some one has taken
care OF you and brought you home at
last Rosebud said nothing, for she
could not tell all; but she wondered at
the strange tale, and felt gloomy at the
change from fairy land to her fathers
cottage.
Little by little she came to herself,
thought of her story as mere dream,
and soon became Martins bride. Ev,
erything seemed to thrive around them,
and Rosebud thought of her friends, and
so called he" first little girl Ellie. The
little thing was loved by every one. 1t
was pretty and very goodtempered.
| Rosebud thought that it was very like
a little elf; and, all without knowing
why, called it the fairy child.
One day, while Rosebud was dressing
her little Ellie, she found piece of gold
| hanging around her neck by silken
thread and knew it to be of the same
sort as she had seen in the hands of the
fairy dwarfs. Elsie seemed sorry at its
being seen. and said that she had found
it in the garden. But Rosebud watched
her, and soon found that she went every
place behind the house SO one day
she hid herself to see what the child did
there, and to her great wonder Gossa-
1ner was sitting by her side. Dear
Ellie" she was saying, "your mother
and | used to sit thus when she was
young and lived among us. Oh, if you
could but come and do so too. But
since our queen came to us it cannot
be; yet ! will come and see you and
talk to you whilst YOU are a child;
when you grow up we must part for
ever" Then she plucked one of the
roses that grew around them, and
breathed gently upon it, and said,
" Take this for my sake; it will now
keep fresh for whole year."
Then Rosebud loved her little Ellie
more than ever; and when she found
that she spent some hours of almost
every day with the elf, she used to hide
herself and watch them without being
seen; till one day, when Gossamer was
bearing her little friend through the air
from tree to tree, her mother was so
frightened lest her child should fall,
that she could not help screaming out
and Gossamer set her gently on the
ground, and seemed angry, and flew
away. But still she used sometimes to
and would soon, perhaps, have done so
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one day told her husband the whole
story; for she could not bear to hear
him always wondering and laughing at
their little child's odd ways, and saying
he was sure there was something in the
grove that brought them no good. So,
to show him that all she said was true,
she took him to see Ellie and the fairy
but no sooner did Gossamer know that
he was there (which she did in an in
stant), than she changed herself into
raven and flew off into the grove.
Rosebud burst into tears, and so did
Ellie, for she knew that she should see
her dear friend no more; but Martin
was restless and bent upon following
up his search after the fairies, so when
night came he stole away toward the
grove. When he came to it nothing
was to be seen but the old oak, and the
gloomy grove, and the novels; and the
thunder rolled, and the wind whistled.
1t seemed that all about him was angry.
SO he turned homeward, frightened at
what he had done.
In the morning all the neighbors
Hooked around, asking one another
what the noise and hustle of the last
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looked about them their trees seemed
blighted and the meadows parched; the
streams were dried up, and everything
seemed troubled and sorrowful.
But yet they all thought that, some
how or other, the grove had not near so
forbidding look as it used to have.
Strange stories were told: : how one had
heard tlutterings in the air, another had
seen the grove alive, as it were, with
little beings, that flew away from it.
Each neighbor told his tale, and all
wondered what could have happened.
But Rosebud and her husband knew
what was the matter, and bewailed
their folly; for they foresaw that their
kind neighbors, to whom they owed all
their luck, were gone forever.
Among the bystanders none told
wilder story than the old ferryman, who
piled across the river at the foot of the
grove. He told how at midnight his
boat was carried away, and how hun
dreds of little beings seemed to load it
with treasures how strange piece of
gold was left for him in the boat as his
fare; how the air seemed full of fairy
form tluttering around how at last
great train passed over, that seemed to
be guarding their leader to the meadows
| on the other side; and how he heard
soft music floating overhead and sweet
| voices that sang mournfully sad song
of farewell.