Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1876-06-30
LOSING THEM BOTH.

| The dearest little rosebud Of girl, was
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, 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, Rebecca
or Sarah Jane,
Rosanna had fortunately been her IA
theirs grandmother's name, however, and
! so came a Rose Budd into the world; for
| Mrs. Budd had made the Anna middle
name instead Of part Of the first, and
| dropped it.
When began to like Rose Budd so much
that l seriously thought of proposing to
her, Hiram Roper liked her too. He was
| five years older than L; a calm man of
twenty-nine, with faint scars on his face,
| and a bald spot on the middle of his head.
A 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 fu-
ture and as I lat twenty foul, had the Moss
to live on comfortably there could be no
comparison drawn between us, I fondly
hoped, that would not be favorable IT, me :;
and coolly, though politely took my place
before him, and cut him out on all occa-
sions with Rose Budd' I, young and rich
and handsome, and, as supposed, elegant
ly 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 L made love to Rosebud, and
one day kisse d her OH 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
| me kiss her again. After that we walked
boldly arm-in- arm through the village and
friends TESTED me, and the other beaux
dropped away, and one day I gave her a
| ring to wear on her left-hand fore-6nger.
Two weeks from that day went to Lon
don on business. I intended to stay a
| week, ut was so successful that I re-
manned longer; finally I went into bust
ness in the city, and began to know peo-
pie. I visited at the houses Of wealthy
mercha nts, and met their wives and
| daught ers. and by degrees began to under
stand hat, though my Rosebud was very
] fair an, 4 sweet, she was not hot house
flower In other words, her dress was not
like the, dress of fashionable belle; her
manners were homespun, her education
poor. She was very good-excessively
! good, but not an elegant lady, Then too,
she sert me notes in big bluff envelopes
and used little ''i'' for the personal pro
noun, which should have been honored 10y
the capital s'I."
|. And farmer Budd with his uncouth coats
and wonderful hats and Long struggling
beard and hair, was not the sort of father
in-la'W that [ should admire and there
was Miss Hanover. Perhaps that fact
was the most powerful one of all the work
ings of my disenchantment for Miss Han
mover was beautiful, all millinery and up
holstery; and Papa Hanover was called
Prince Hanover by his friends and had his
dinner table set for forty every day; and
wore fortune IN diamonds on his bosom
aud made friends wherever he went, by
his lavish gifts, and was the greatest stool
gambler in London.
Papa Hanover had smiled on me, an6
counselled me how to invest, and had dine(
me with his daily forty friends, and ha(
said, ssViolette, love, this is Mr.. Markham
one of those country gentlemen of whom
we are trying to make city men,"
And Violette had smiled radiantly upol
me.
Since then how many tete-a-tetes had
not had with her-how many rides I ha(
learned to dance with her, and 1 had for
gotten to write to Rosebud for two weeks
when came an anxious little note on blu
paper beginning thus
aDEAR HENRY Il take up my pen il
hand much troubled in my mind regardin.
YOU knowyou would write if you were no
sick-O, Henry, if you are sick do tally
craft and let father come up and see you
Henry will not write any more until
! hear from you-i am too troubled in M,
mind. We are all well and in the hop
that you will enjoy the same blessings re
main yours truly.
ROSE BUDD.
"P. S.-Do let pa come if you are sick
am so troubled in my mind"
I fastened to reply, the awful dread 0
r Mr.. Budd's fatherly care hanging over me
, so to speak, by single hair. wrote
! Rose, but how 1 shall not copy tina
!, cowardly letter here. When it was in tn
box did try to fish it out again, but
was too late. 1t had gone and it's term
nation, ''Thanks, Miss Budd, for you