The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1876-08-10

bosom, and made friends, wherever he
went, by his lavish gifts, and was the
greatest stock-gambler in Wall Street.
Papa Hanover had smiled on me,
and counseled me how to invest, and
had dined me with his forty friends,
and had said, "Violette, love, this is
Mr.. Markham, one of those country
gentlemen of whom we are trying to
make city men,"
And Violette had smiled radiantly
upon me.
Since then how many tete-a-tetes had
| not had with her--how many rides
| was learning to dance with her, and I
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
pnoM yoa %oad rae ms Fl nos
y, Henry, il you are sick do tallygraff and
let father come up and see you. Henry
will not write any more until hear from you
ii am too trubbled in my mind. We are all
well and in the hopes that you will enjoy the
same blessings remain Yours truly,
ROSE BUDD.
P. S.-Do let pa come if you are sick.
am SO trubbled in my mind.
l hastened to reply, the awful dread
of Mr.. Budd's fatherly 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 it was too late. 1t had gone,
and its termination, Thanks, Miss
Budd, for your friendly anxiety con-
cerning my health; am sure that Mr..
Budd does not share it," was perhaps
the worst of all the lines by which / told
her, not in frank, honest words, but in
manner that no woman could fail to
understand, that I did not choose to re-
member 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 my money according to Hannover's
advice. And days and weeks and months
rolled by, and if thought of my little
Rosebud, failing because the light OF
nv love was Withdrawn from it, crossed
my mind, drove it away with sigh.
could not help it, l said; it was fate.
Fate meant me for Miss Hanover, for
Violette, and we had met, that was all.
No, not quite all; one day-Iremembe1
it was the day after splendid ball, and
[ called on Violette, whose escort had
been the night before-one day I made
this latter statement to Violette Hanno.
yer, and she having heard it, bestowed
on me her most aristocratic stare, and
asked me if did not know she had beer
ngaged to Mr.. Twentyplum for six long
months.
"And be married next week, Mr.
Markham" added she. $50 you Sc,
you must be mistaken about fate.''
i .And you have only been flirting
with mep'' I said bitterly. "Do yol
| know that you gave me reason to hop
, every thing from you?''
, 81 know it is time for me to dres
for a drive" said she. $50 you mus
say good afternoon; and don't look s
ridiculously tragic, Mr.. Markham.
: hate scenes.n
And felt that deserved it all, as
, went for the last time down the steps c
} the Hanover mansion.
, In a fortnight Violette was Mrs
Twentyplum. In a month Mr.. Hanne
7 YER was q bankrupt-one of those VIII
, take foreign trip with plenty of none
I in their pockets, while others lie crush
ed beneath the fragments of broke
> branches at home.
NV money went with his. I had com
> to New York with a moderate comp'
3 tence. I had increased it by specul;
4 ton until I was absolutely wealth,
: Now I found myself almost poor.
8 There remained to me only the Mos
: fwood property, which must be turne
/ into farm, and myself must leave m
( hope of being one Of the city million
r laires behind me, and become a plai
: farmer-a man of the same social statl
las Rosebud's father, without his con
0 Portable knowledge of money in the ban
0 to comfort me.
L However, with the bursting of Il
t hubble fortune, the circle which hs
o gathered about Hanover had bee
i seemingly scattered to the winds, ar
9 people knew that Miss Violette hs
n Tilted me, and also that my money WI
d gone. The city had lost many Of i
Q charms, and wrote to the old woma
= who had kept the house at Mosswoe
+ for nv father until his death, to NAL
J. it ready for my return. Then sellir
s the furniture Of my bachelor room
n and packing my small belongings in
. few trunks, I started homeward.
d must go back to Mosswood and b
i, come farmer. should find Rosebr
y fading gradually away, of course, al
vet l knew she would be prettier tn.
b ever. How she had loved me-ho
g ungrateful I had been for that low
e Now / would make amends. I wou
L write as many repentant letters as we
r. necessary, and she would, OF cours
r. foro;vo mo M woman ever forDnts