The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1876-05-11
LOSING THEM BOTH.

The dearest little. rosebud of a girl
was a girl with cheeks where pink flush
came and went, and blue ewes with long,
golden brown lasbes, and hair that wav-
d without the aid of pins or irons. al
ways 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, Rebecea or Sarah
Jane.
Rosanna had fortunately been her
fathers grsndmother's name, however,
and SO came Rose Budd into the world
for Mrs. Budd had made the Anna q
middle name instead of part of the first,
and dropped it.
When 1 began to like Rose Budd Sc
much that seriously thought of propts
ing to her, Hiram Roper liked her too
He was five years older than l; plain
man of twenty-nine, with faint scars on
his face. and bald spot on the middle OF
his head. A poor man, studying medi-
cine late in life, because he had not been
able to study in his youth, only hoping
for his diploma in year, with the prac
tice all in the future; and ], at twenty.
four, had the Mosswood estate for my
own, and money enough TO live on COM
fortably There could be no comparison
drawn between us, fondly hoped, that
would not DO favorable TO me; and
coolly, though politely, took my place
before him, and cut him out on all
occasions with Rose Budd. l, young and
rich and handsome, and, as | supposed,
elegantly dressed; he, plain, poor and
shabby, looking ten ydars 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 dav kissed her OH the cheek, and
told her life would not be worth having
to me il could not win her; and she
said nothing, but outblushed all the roses,
and let me kiss her again. After that
we walked boldly arm. in arm through
the village, and friends leased me, and
the other beaux dropped away, and one
day l gave her ring TO wear on her
leit-hand forefngcr.
Two weeks from that day l went to
London on business. l intended To stay
"A week, but l was SO successful that | re-
manned longer; finally / went into bust
ness in thecity, and began to know PEG.
pie. l visited ut the houses of wealthy
merchants, and met their wives and
daughters, and by degrees began to I'M
derstand thst, though my Rosebud was
very fair and sweet, she was not hot
bouse flower. In other words, her dress
was not like the dress of fashionable belle.
her manners were honespun, her educa-
tion poor. She was very good excess
sively good, but not an elegant lady.
Then too, she sent me notes IN big bluff
envelopes, and used little "i'' for the
personal pronoun, which should have
been honored by the capital a."
And farmer Budd with his uncouth
coats and wonderful bats and long stray
Cling beard and hair was not the sort of
father in-law that l should admire; and
there was Miss Hanover. Perhaps that
fact was the most powerful one of all the
workings of my Overwhelmingly for Miss
Hanover WAS beautiful, all millinery and
upholstery; and Papa Hanover was call
ed Prince Hanover by his friends and
had his dinner table set for forty every
day; and wore fortune IN diamonds on
his bosom, and made friends wherever
he went, by his lavish gifts, and was the
greatest stock gambler IN London.
Papa Hanover had smiled on me, and
counseiled me how to invest, and had
dined me with his daily :orty 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 radiautly
upon me.
Since then how many tete-a-tetes had
not had with her-how many rides! l
was learned to dance with her, and | had
forgotten to write to Rosebud for two
weeks, when came aD anxious little note
on blue paper beginning thus
"DEAR HENRY: take up my pen in
hand much troubled in my mind regard.
ing you know you would write if you
were sick-O, Henry, if you are sick do
tallygrsff and let father come up and see
you. Henry will not write any more
until hear from you am too trubbled
in my mind, We are all well and in the
hope that you will enjoy the same bless
ings l remain yours truly.
ROSE BUpD.
up. S.-Do let pa come ii you are sick
i am so trubled in my mind"
/ fastened to reply, the awful dread Of
Mr.. Budd's fstherly care hanging over
me, SO to speak. by single hair. L
wrote to Rose, but how l shall not copy
that cowardly letter here. When it was
in the box did Try to fish it out again,
but il was too late 1t had gone and IFS
termination, Thanks, Miss Budd, for
your kindly anxiety concerning my
health; am sure that Mr.. Budd does no:
share it." was perhaps the worst of ail the
lines by which told her, not IN frank
honest lines, but in manner that no
woman could fail TO understand, that i
did not choose TO remember that We were
betrothed.
After that no more letters in yellow
envelopes came TO trouble me, and paid
attention to Miss Hanover, and invest
ed ,.y money according to Hsnnovers
advice. And days and weeks, and
months rolled by, and il thought OF my
little Rosebud, fading because the sun
light of my love was withdrawn from II,
crossed my mind, drove it away with n
sigh could not help it said; it was
fate. Fate meant me for Miss Hanover,
for Violette, and we had met, that WAS
all. Not quite all; one day. remem-
Der il Was the dsy after splendid ball,
and called on Violette, whose escort
had been the night betore-one day L
made this latter statement to Violette
Hanover, and she having heard II, be-
slowed on me her most aristocratic stare,
and asked me il 1 did not know that she
had been engaged to Mr.. Twentyplum
for six long months.
"And be married next week, Mr..
Markham" added she. $50 you see you
must be mistaken about fate"
"And You have only been flirting with