Helena weekly herald. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1867-1900, 1876-06-15

mistaken about fate.
''And you have only been flirting with
me?" l said bitterly. DO you know that
you gave me reasons to hope everything
from you?"
Il know it is time for me to dress for
drive, said she. 80 you must say good
afternoon ;and don't look so ridiculouslv ira
gic, Mr.. Markham. | hate scenes"
And felt that deserved it all, as | went
for the last time down the steps of the Ham,
over mansion.
In fortnight Violette was Mrs Twenty
plum In month Mr.. Hanover was bank
rupt-one of those who take foreign trip
with plenty of money in their pockets, while
others lie crushed beneath the fragments of
their broken branches at home.
My money went with his. had come to
London with a moderate competence. had
increased it by speculation until | was abso-
luteiy wealthy. Now | found myself almost
poor.
There remained to me only the Mosswood
properly, which must be turned into a farm
and myself must leave my hope of being
one of the city mliionaires behind me, and
become plain farmer-a man of the same
social status as Rosebud's father, without his
comfortable knowledge of money in the bank
to comfort me.
However, with the bursting of the bubble
fortune, the circle which had gathered about
Hanover had been seemingly scattered to the
winds, and people knew that Miss Violette
had Tilted me, and also that my money was
gone. The city had lost many of its charms,
and wrote to the 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,
o,,1 OH 1orh hol ~
trunks, started homeWard.
must go back to Mosswood and become
a farmer | should find Rosebud fading
gradually away, of course, and yet l knew
she would be prettier than ever. How she
had loved mellow ungraIeful / had been
for that love. Now | would make
amends. would write as many repentant
letters as was necessary, and she would, of
course forgive me. No woman ever forgets
or ceases to love any man she has ever loved,
you know. Yes, after a little madenly re-
sistance, Rosebud would bloom for he again.
| was as sure of this as 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 decla1 es that the misfOrtunes never come
alone, but in troops. Often, of course, one
brings the other. In my case, the anxieties
that had trooped SO thickly about me made
me nervous, and so led to severe accident.
Having alighted at certain station, de-
layed my return to the carriage until they had
started, | remember running after them, and
Lhen-what do remember then? Darkness,
dreams, pain, an awakening in little room,
with white curtains and toilet table, and a
vision charmingly dressed. The same one
saying slowly.
Eyes, yes, yes +; l think he'll do"
And understanding this was my old friend
Hiram Roper, asked:
''How did come here" trying to sit up,
and failing in the attempt.
"Wel said Hiram, "wife and were at
he station, and saw you were good deal
lurt, and we brought you on. You know !
his is my house."
Yours ?" said I. "And you are married |
md in practice, I suppose?"
EYES," said Roper 90, yes; getting on |
And you've had a time, but you'll |
oe on the right soon. Come and tell him he
will, Rosebud.
And there-yes, there was Rose. After
lad ruminated on the fact few minutes, l
,elt that truth was stranger than fiction.
''Are you better, Mr.. Markham?" said
Rosebud, bending towards me.
Here was poetical story worked out in
Jul proper pcISOIIS. "A WOuuUcU duu
mt hero, had been sent back to Rosebud to
,e nursed and forgiven. Had she not for
,iven me, she never would have flown to my
id. All that could do just then, was to
squeeze her hand.
She took it away rather quickly but that
vas very natural. l had not seen her for
hree years. She did not know of my con-
rition But she had not pined or faded she
1as on the contrary, stouter and roster than
yer.
Just then, DR.. Roper being present, said
othing, but afterwards, as the evening
hadows fell, she brought me tea and toast
nd then took her hand and said:
"Dear Rosebud, how good Of you"
And she answered:
90, dear, no-dont mention it."
''You are an angel of forgiveness. said.
"A-I,-I have always loved you Rosebud.
lis true, siren laid her spells upon me, but
le hallucination is over
81 shall think you are wandering again,
id she, ''if you don't stop talking so. Do {
Ike your toast"
NO." said l, emo, not a mouthful, Rose
I'D, until you will assure that you will forget :
e past, and once more give me the love-" .
!" Mr.. Markham!' cried she.
"Call me Henry" said l. "Rose if you =
ad hated me, would you be here SO kindly :
inistering to my wants % ..
"Here 2" said she 'sWhere should / be !,
1t in my own house? I'm sure I've nothing !
forgive you, either. Since you allude to :
If filtration of three years ago, and since -
~ will talk of it, will tell you, once for V '
that don't think that we ever should have u !,
zen happy together. And l always liked u
IRAN the best, only he was so shy. And =,
y goodness, we were married as soon as he =
It his diploma"
/" Married - cried I.
"Why, yes" said Rosebud. "How else :,
ould be here? You know this is DR.. u