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

me-" l said bitterly. ado you know
that you gave me reason TO hope every.
thing from your
II know it ia time for me to dress for a
drive" she said. $50 you must say good
afternoon; and don't look 20 ridiculously
tragic, Mr.. Markham. ! hate scenes."
And felt that deserved it all, as
went for the last time down the steps of
the Hanover mansion. , IS
In q fortnight Violctte was Mrs
Twentyplum. In a month Mr.. Han
mover was bankrupt-one Of those who
take q foreign trip with lenty of money
in their pockets, while others lie crushed
beneath the fragments of their broken
branches at home.
NV money went with his. l had come
to London with a moderate competence.
! ha6 increased it by speculation until /
was absolutely wealthy. Now l found
myself almost poor.
There remained 10 me only the Moss
wood property, which must be turned
into farm, and myself must leave my
hope of being one Of the city millionaires
behind me, and become plain farmer
man of the same social standing as
| Rosebud's father, without his comfortable
knowledge OF money in the bank to COM
| tort me-
However, with the bursting of the
bubble fortune; the circle which gathered
about Hanover had been seemingly
scattered 10 the winds, and people knew
that Miss Violette had Tilted me, and also
that my money was gose. The city had
lost many OF its charms, and wrote to
the old woman who had kept the house
at Mosswood for my father until his
death, to make it ready for my return.
Then selling the furniture of my bachelor
rooms, and packing my smaller belong
ings in few trunks, started homeward.
l must 60 back to Mosewood and be-
come q farmer, should find Rosebud
fading gradually away, of course, and yet
l knew she would be prettier than ever.
How she had loved mellow ungrateful
had been for that love. Now l would
make amends. l would write as many
repentant letters as were necessary, and
she would of course forgive me. No
woman ever iorgets or ceases TO love any
man she has ever loved. you know. Yes,
after little maidenly resistance Rose
bud would bloom Tor me again. l was
as sure of this rs the train bore me on
ward, as | was that the moon would rise
that night.
There is no adage more true than the
one that declares that misfortune never
comes alone, but in troops. Often, of
course, one brings the other. In my
case. the anSieties that had trooped so
thickly about me made me nervous, and
so led TO a severe accident.
Having alighted at a certain station, l
delayed my return TO the carriages until
they had started. l remember running
after them, and then-what do l re-
an awakening in a little room, with white
curtains and toilet table, and vision
charmingly dressed. Then some one
saving slowly:
Eyes, yes, yes; think he II do"
And understanding this was my old
friend Hiram Roper, asked:
"How did come tere2 trying to sit
up, and falling in the attempt.
"Well," said Hiram, "wie and l were
at the station, and saw you were a good
deal hurt, and we brought you on. You
know this is my house,"
"Yours?' said l. "And you are mar
ried, and IN practice l suppose"
YES" said Roper. "On, yes; getting
on famously. And you've had bad
time, but you'll be on the right soon.
Come and tell him he will, Rosebud"
And there-yes, there was Rose
After had ruminated on the fact few
minutes, | felt that truth was stranger
than fiction.
Are you better, Mr.. Markham?' said
Rose, bending towards me.
Here was poetical story worked out
IN our proper persons. A wounded and
repentant hero, / had been sent back to
Rosebud to be nurscd and::forgiven. Had
she not forgiven me, she never would
have flown TO my aid. All that l could
do Just then was TO squeeze her hand,
She took it away rather quickly; but
that was very natural. l had not seen
her for three years. She did not know OF
nv contrition. But she had not pinned
or faded; she was. on tho contrary,
slouter and rosler that ever.
Just then, DIR. Roper being present, l
said nothing, but afterwai de as the even.
ing shadows fell, she brought me tea and
toast, and then took her hand and said:
"Dear Rosebud, how good OF you"
And she answered:
40, dear, no-don't mention 1t"
"You AT an angel of forgiveness
SAID. "And IL, have always loved you,
Rosebud. lis true, siren laid her
spells upon me. but the hallucination is
over"
Il shall tank you are wandering
again" said she, "it you don't stop talk
ing SO. Do take your toast"
NO" said |, "no. not n mouthful, Rose
bud until you will assure me that you
will forget the past, and once more give
me the love-"
"Mr Markham" cried she.
Gall me Henry" said l. "Rose, II
YOU had hated me, would you be here so
kindly minIsteriug TO my wantsP
"Here2" said she. "Where should l
be but in my own house? I'm sure I've
nothing to forgive you, either. Since
YOU allude to our Irritation Of three years
ago, once for all, don't think that we
ever should be happy together. And
always liked Hirm the best, only he was
so shy. And my goodness We married
as soon as he got his diploma
"Msrried2" cried l.
.Why yes" said Rosebud. GLOW else
should | be here? You know this is DR..
Roper's house? Didn't you know was
his wife before2 Dear old fellow, he is
the best husband woman ever had-Im
sure-snd. Mr.. Markham, | know now
that never really loved you"
| don't know whether that was true or
not, but that did not matter. She did not
love NE then aad does not now, and l
had lost her.
| live alone a. Mosswood now, an
old bachelor, with limp and the dys-
pepsia, and she and bouquet Of little
blossoms flourish over the way at DR..
Roper's.
Sone time, perhaps, l may marry.