Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1876-06-01
THROWING AWAY A ROSEBUD.

IHhU iSU AN A a ROSEBUU.
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. 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 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 a 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.
lie was five years older than I; plain
man Of twenty nine, with faint sears on
his face and 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 future; and /, at twenty -four, had the
Mosswood estate for my own, and money
enough to live on comfortably. There
could be no comparison between us,
tondly hoped, that would not be favorable
to me, and Icoolly, though politely, took
my place before him, and cut him out on
T
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 lne would not be worth having to me
II 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 teased me, and the
other beaux dropped away, and one day I
gave her a ring to wear on her left-hand
forefnger.
Two weeks from that day went to Lon
don on business. | intended to stay
week, but [ was so cuccessful that [ re-
manned longer; finally [ went into bust
ness in the city and began to know peo-
pie. | visited at the houses of wealthy
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 a dollhouse
flower. In other words, her dress was
not like the dress of a fashionable belle;
her manners were hOmespun, her educa-
ton poor. She was very good-excessiv i've
ly good, but not an elegant lady. Then,
too, she sent me notes in big buff envel-
Opes, and used little :" u for the personal
pronoun, which should have been hon
ored by the capital "I.n
And Farmer Budd with his uncouth
coats and wonderful hats and long strag-
Cling beard and hair, was not the sort of
tather-in-law that | should admire; and
there was Miss Hanover. Perhaps that
fact was the most powerful one Of all the
workings of my disenchanment; 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 fortune in dia-
monds on his bosom, and made friends
wherever he Went, by his lavish gifts, and
was the greatest stock-gambler in Lon
don
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. Mark
ham, one of those country gentlemen of
whom we are trying to make city men,"
And Niolette had smiled radiantly upon
me.
Since then how many tete-a-tetes had 1
not had with her-how many rides! |
was learning to dance with her, and | had
forgotten to write to Rosebud for two
weeks, when came an anxious little note
on blue paper, beginning thus:
DEAR HENRY: take up my pen in hand
mach trubbled in my mind regarding you
know you would write if you were not sick
On, Henry, if you are sick do tallygratf and
Ie&1ather come up and see you. Henry will
not write any more until hear from you-i
am 100 trubbled in my mind. We are all
well ana In the hopes that you will enjoy the
same blessings remain Yours truly,
BOSE BUDD.n
r o.-Do let pa come if you are sick. I
am so trubbled in my mindn