The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1876-08-10

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There is no adage more true than the
one that declares that misfortunes never
come alone, but in troops. Often, of
course, one brings the other. In my
case, the anxieties that had trooped SO
thickly about me made me nervous,
and SO led to severe accident.
Having alighted at certain station,
l delayed my return to the cars until
they had started. remember running
after them, and then-what do l re-
member thenP Darkness, dreams, pain,
an awakening in a little room, with
white curtains and toilet table, and a
vision charmingly dressed. The same
one saying slowly:
"Yes, yes, yes; l think he'll do"
And understanding this was my old
friend, Hiram Roper, asked:
ssHow did come here?" trying to
sit up. and failing in the attempt.
swell" said Hiram, "wife and 1
were at the station, and / saw you were
a good deal hurt, and we brought you
on. You know this is my house."
"Yours?" said 1. "And you are
married and in practice, I supposep"
EYES," said Roper. 80, yes; get
ting on famously. And you've had
bad time, but you'll be in the right
soon. Come and tell him he viii, Rose
bud.''
And thera-yes, there was Rose. AZ
ter had ruminated on the fact few
minutes, felt that truth was stranger
than fiction.
"Are you better, Mr.. Markham?"
said Rosebud, bending toward me.
Here was poetical story worked out
in our proper persons. wounded and
repentant hero, | had been sent back
to Rosebud, to be nursed and forgiv-
en-. Had she not forgiven me, she new
er would have flown to my aid. All
that I could do just then, was to squeeze
her hand. She took it away rather
quickly; but that was very natural. l
had not seen her for three years. She
did not know of my contrition. But
she had not pined or faded; she was,
on the contrary, stouter and roster
than ever.
just then, DR.. Roper being present, I
said nothing, but afterwards, as the
evening shadows fell, she brought me
tea and toast; and then took her hand
and said:
"Dear Rosebud, how good of YOU"
And she answered:
go, dear, no-don't mention it."
"You are an angel of forgiveness, >
said ssAnd II, have always loved
you, Rosebud. IT'S true, siren laid
her spells upon me, but the hallucina.
ton is over.''
ST shall think you are wandering
E again. said she, ''if you don't stoI
talking so. Do take your toast.'
>, "No,'' said I, "no, not mouthful
: Rosebud, until you will assure me tina
e you will forget the past, and once NOR
give me the love-
= "Mr. Markham!" cried she.
+ "Call me Henry" said 1. ''Rose, i
- you had hated me, would you be here 81
T kindly ministering to my wantsp'
"Here!" said she. Where shoul,
I I be but in my own housep I'm sur
f I've nothing to forgive you, either
Since you allude to our Irritation o
J. three years ago, and since you will tall
) of it, will tell you, once for all. that
O don't think that we ever should hav
v been happy together. And l alway
! liked Hiram the best, only he was $
n shy. And my goodness, we were maj
ried as soon as he got his diploma"
le "Married!" cried /.
;. "Why, yes," said Rosebud. Hov
J. else should be herep You know thi
=. is DIR. Roper's housep Didn't 70
know was his wife before? Dear ol
g. fellow he is-the best husband woma
ID ever had, I'm sure, and Mr.. Markham
" l know now that l never really love
a. YOU"
in don't know whether that was tru
is or not, but that did not matter. She di
a. not love me then, and does not nov
k and lost her.
live alone at Mosswood now, an ol
le bachelor, with limp, and the dyspel
I'd sia, and she and bouquet of lttl
n blossoms flourish over the way at D.
ID Roper's. @a
I'd Some time, perhaps, I may MARI,
rs Miss Flint would have me and so woul
ts the Widow Wiggins; but whatever
n may get to wear over my heart it wi
ID not be rosebud. threw that aws
Se long ago, and Roper picked tup, an
e it makes his life fragrant.
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