The Toledo chronicle. [volume] (Toledo, Tama County, Iowa) 1873-1924, 1876-06-01
THROWING AWAY A ROSEBUD,

THROWING AWAY A ROSEBUD.
THE dearest little rosebud of a girl,
with cheeks where pink flush came and
went, and blue eyes, with long, golden
brown lashes and hair that waved without
the aid of pins or irons. lalways thought
her name was the most suitable that could
have been chosen for her. though the only
wonder is that old farmer Budd did not
name his only daughter Deborah, or Re-
becca or Sarah Jane.
Rosanna had fortunately been her faith.
er's grandmother's name, however, and
so came Rose Budd into the world; for
Mrs. Budd had made the Anna middle
name instead of part of the first, and
dropped it,
Then began to like Rose Budd so
much that seriously thought of propos-
ing to her. Hiram Roper liked her too.
tie was five years older than l plain
man of twenty nine, with faint sears on
his face and bald spot on the middle of
his head. \ poor man, studying medicine
late in life, because he had not been able
to study in his youth, only hoping for his
diploma in year, with the practice all in
the future; and l, at twentyfour, had the
Mosswood estate for my own, and money
enough to live on comfortably. There
could be no comparison between us,
fondly hoped, that would not be favorable
TO me, and l coolly, though politely, took
my place before him, and cut him out on
all occasions with Rosebud. |, young
and rich and handsome, and, as | sup
posed, elegantly dressed; he, plain, poor
and shabby, looking ten years older than
he really was. What chance had he
against me?
And so he slipped quietly into the back
ground, and made love to Rosebud, and
one day kissed her on the cheek, and told
her life would not be worth having to me
if could not win her; and she said moth
ing, but outblushed all the roses, and let
let me kiss her again. After that we
walked boldly arm in arm through the
village, and friends leased me, and the
othn- ---rt'ss'
,-e.rt, her i ring 10 wear on her lett-hand
forefinger
Two weeks from that day | went to Lon
don on business. | intended to stay a
week, but | was so successful that | re-
manned longer; finally l went into busi-
ness in the city and began to know peo-
Il, I .,,,..,.1 Nf yyanltb,r
merchants, and met their wives and
daughters, and by degrees began to under
stand that, though my Rosebud was very
fair and sweet, she was not hOthnuSe
flower. In other words, her dress was
not like the dress of fashionable belle
her manners were homespun, her educa-
ton poor She was very good-excessive-
ly good, but not an elegant lady. Then,
too, she sent me notes in big buff envel-
opes, and used little "in for the personal
pronoun, which should rave been hon,
ored by the capital a."
And Farmer Budd with his uncouth
coats and wonderful hats and long strag
Cling beard and hair, was not the sort Of
father-in- law that | should admire; and
there was Miss Hanover. Perhaps tha
fact was the most powerful one of all the
workings of my disenchantment; for Miss
Hanover was beautiful, all millinery ant
| upholstery; and Papa Hanover was
called Prince Hanover by his friends
and had his dinner-table set for forty
every day; and wore a fortune in dia
monds on his bosom, and made friend
wherever he went, by his lavish gifts, ant
was the greatest stock gambler in Lon
don.
Papa Hanover had smiled on me, ant
counseled me how to invest, and had dinet
me with his daily forty friends, and ha'
said: "Violette, love, this is Mr.. Mark
ham, one of those country gentlemen G
whom we are trying to make city men,
And Violette had smiled radiantly upO
me.
Since then how many tete-a-tetes had
not had with her-how many rides!
was learning to dance with her, and ha
forgotten to write to Rosebud for tw
weeks, when came an anxious little not
on blue paper, beginning thus
"DEAR HENRY: take up my pen in han
much trubbled in my mind regarding you
know you would write if you were not sick
Oh, Henry, if you are sick do tallygraf an
let father come up and see you. Henry wi
not write any more until hear from you
am too trubbled in my mind. We are a
well and in the hopes that you will enjoy I'll
same blessings remain Yours truly,
"BosE BUDD."
"P. S.-Do let pa come if you are sick.
am SO trubbled in my mind"
l hastened to reply, the awful dread {
Mr.. Budd's fatherly care hanging ovt
me, so to speak, by single hair. l wro
to Rose, but how? l shall not copy thi
cowardly letter here. When it was in I'll
box did try to fish il out again, but
was too late. 1t had gone, and its termini
ton, "Tbanks, Miss Budd, for you
friendly anxiety concerning my health;
am sure that Mr. Budd does not share it,
was perhaps the worst of all the lines t
which l told her, not in frank, hone
words, but in a manner that no woma
could fail to understand, that l did n
choose to remember that we were b
trothed.
After that no more letters in yellow e.
velopes came to trouble me, and l paid a
tention to Miss Hanover, and investt
my money according TO Hannovers a
vice. And days and weeks and mont
rolled by, and if thought of my lit
Rosebud, failing because tie sunlight
my love was withdrawn from it, cross
my mind, l drove it away with sigh.
could not help it, l said; it was fate. Fa
meant me for Miss Hanover, for Violet
and we had met, that was all. No, n
quite all one day remember it was t
day after splendid ball, and / called I
Violette, whose escort l had been t
[ night before-one day made this latt
statement to Violette Hanover, and s.
T having heard it, bestowed on me her mt
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