The Red Cloud chief., 1876-06-08
LOSING THEM BOTH.

The dearest little rosebud of a girl,
with cheeks where a pink flush came
and went, and blue eyes, with long,
golden brown lashes and hair that
waved without the aid of pins or irons.
| always 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 Rebecca,
or Sarah Jane.
RSOanna had fortunately been her
fathers grandmothcr's name, however,
and so came Rose Bud into the world:
for Mrs. Budd had made the Anna a
middle name instead of the first, and
dropped it.
When | began to like Rose Budd SO
much | seriously thought of proposing,
To her. Hiram Roper liked her too.
lie was five years Older than l; a plain
man of tw%enty-nine, with faint scars on
his face and a 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 a year., with
the practice all in the future: and |, at
twenty-fOur, had the MosswoOd estate
for my own. and money enough to live
on comfortably. There could lie no
comparison between us, | fondly hoped,
that would not he favorable to me, and
coolly. though politely, took my place
before him, and cut him out on all occa-
sions with Rosebud. /, young and rich
and handsome, and, rs l supposed. ele-
gantly dressed; he, plain, poor and
shabby, looking ten yeals older than he
really was. What chance had he
against me?
And S he slipped quietly into the
background and L made love to Rose
bud, and n day kissed her on the
cheek, and told her life would not be
worth having to me if l could not win
her; and she said nothing, but out
blushed all the roses, and let me kiss
her again. After that we walked boldly
arm-in-arm through the village, and
friends teaSed me, and the other beaux
dropped away, and one day l gave her a
ring to wear on her left hand fOrefinger.
Two weeks from that day l went to
London Oh business. l intended to stay
a week, but l was so successful that l
remained longer; finally 1 went into
business in the city, and began to know
people. l visited at the houses of
wealthy merchants, and met their wives
and daughters, and by degrees began to
understand that, though my Rosebud
was very fair and sweet, she was not a
dollhouse flower. In other words, her
dress was not like the dress of a fash
iOnable belle; her manners were home
spun, her education poor. She was very
good-excesSively good, but not an che
giant lady. Then, too, she sent me notes
In big buff envelopes, and used little Il"
for the personal pronoun, which should
have been honored by the capital 81"
And Farmer Budd with his uncOuth
coats and wonderful hats and long
struggling beard and hair, was not the
sort of father-in-law that 1 should adj
mire; and there was Miss Hanover.
Perhaps that fact vas the most power
full N of all the workings of my disen-
chantment; for Miss Hanover was
beautiful, all millinery and 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 diamonds OH his
bosom, and made friends wherever he
went, by his lavish gifts, and vas the
greatest stock gambler in London.
Papa Hanover had smiled on me, and
cOunseled me how to invest, and had
dined me with his daily forty friends.
and had said, "Violette, love, this is Mr..
Markham, one of those country gentle
men of whom we are trying to make
city men,"
And Violette had smiled radiantly
upon me.
Since then how many tete-a-tetes had
l not had with her-how many rides! l
was learning to dance with her, and /
had forgotten to write to Rosebud for
two weeks, when came an anxious little
note Oh blue paper, begging thus:
DEAR HENRY: i take up my pen IN
hand much troubled in my mind re-
garding you i know you would write if
you were not sick-O. Henry. if you are
sick do tallygraff and let pap come up
and see you. Henry j will not write
any more until i hear from you-i am
too troubled in my mind. We are all
well and in the hopes that you will
enjoy the same blessings j remain
Yours truly, ROSE BUDD."
II. S.-DO not let pa come if you are
sick. am so troubled in my mind"
I FASTENED to reply, the awful dread
Of Mr. BHdd's fatherly care hanging |