The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1874-06-18
ROSAMOND AND HER LOVERS.
By HARRIET PRESCOTT spoFFORD.

passed. Ny husband had been On the
Ispot Rossmond was helpless in Ays-
s|teslcs, and though the kilograms canae
every hour, there was no good word ia
them and Rosamond only came Que
i OF one attack hong enough TO ask and
hear that there was nothing certain yet
before che west off into another; and.
of course ueitAer her sister Emma, nor
the housemalds, nor [, could at first
spare time for hope or fear, so busy
were we about the poor child, who, to
our unpracticed senses, looked In as much
danger of death MS any body.
Rosamond aud Emma were not rela
tions OF ours. 'bnt their parents had been
our dear friends and when they died we
had begged that she children might
come us, and so they had spent all
their long vacations alder our roof, and
Buttons.our page, had waited on them as a
little heather wouid wait on his idols if
he coul1,and his face turned as pink as
though lie were boiled, and all the hair
on his round baldistl bead brlstled with
pleasure, whenever they looked at him
or spoke to bin. Poor Buttons he was
standing joke among US, and we never
could think of him., even when the
school days were over and The girls had
CONS nome permanently and there was
no longer any Buttons 10 the house, with
out laugh. .raa9 3& ""4
Of course we had no authority over
the girls but that of affection, but it was
pleasure to have the Gear things around
us-only when Rosamosd, the brighter
and prettier nf the two. began to have
her lovers, we saw that it was q little
while we should be able to keep her, and
congratulated ourselves shat at any rate
We should retain Emma a
Rosamond was nothing like beauty,
and yet she had all the effect of one;
had that rich skin which any color
becomes, and her eyes were Away 8
beaning, and her Inruly hair was always
turning up in little curls,- and she had the
sweetest mouth in the world, and the
Iprettiest curls in it, only her nose was
anything but what che wanted it.
suppose she would have gone to extremes
and have had as Keen an aquiline as any
hawkobtaked Roman laa7's, could she
have had her way, for, as it was, she Lad
to make the best Of what she called a
pug. As for Emma, she was simply
Rosamond's sbadow-not quite so plump
net quite so fresh-coloredA or curly headed
and not by any means SO charming. For
Rosamond, with her vivacity, her quick
temper, and her good heart, her obliging
ways, her coptidng air, and her singing,
certainly Was charming. and after she
came home the number of bouquets. in
compliment of her singing, that were
thrown into our ground floor windows by
her feeble-minded young lovers, with
courage overwhelmed by lnfatuation,
kept us. supplied with flowers.
Well, The truch is that R)samond was
q firr. Emma wasn't; she never had the
chance, as Rcsamond told her once, in
answer to the accusation, instantly kiss
ing her and crying over her, and from
that moment making over to Emma SO
formally as to render 1t laughable TO us,
who saw 1t all, the best beau she had-a
proceeding that the beau took in such
dudgeon that ne ceased to come 20 the
house at all. But. as I was saving
Ro,amond was q pronounced flirt; she had
tlirted with the Ferrous hcad-master at
school, and with the frivolous music
p master, and had given the dancing
master to understand that she believed
him one CT the old noblesse in disguise
size had tried ben arts on the minister;and
when the doctor was calico to her diph-
liberia, of course. she tried them on him !.
Not that they were arts at all-tbey were
b a part Of the ehild's nature it was a
necessity with her that every one should
care for her. II they didn'. love her
spontaneously, she had TO vile them into
it, an generally they did it spontaneously
enough. '''s8 s'sA
? 1t was not with equanimity that Emma
= viewed these successes Of. Rosamond's
II wonder" she would bemoan to herself
why everybody loves Rosamond and