The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1876-06-08
LOSING THEM BOTH.

LOSING THEM BOTH.
The dearest little rosebud of a girl.
with cheeks where a 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 Rebecca, or Sa-
rah Jane.
Rosanna had fortunately been her
fathers grandmotlier'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.
When began to like Rose Budd so
much-that | seriously thought of pro-
posing 10 her, Hiram Roper liked her
too. lie was five years older thar L; a
plain man of 80, with faint sears ON his
face and bald spot on the middle of
ms head. A poor man studying medi-
cine late in life, because he had not been
able to study IN his youth, only hoping
Tor his diploma in year, with the
practice all in the future; and /, at "a
had the MOssWood estate for my own,
and money enough to live on comforta-
bly,. There could be no comparison be-
tween US, foRdly hoped, that would
not he favorable TO ne, and | coolly,
though politely, took my place before
him, and cut him out on all occasions
with Rosebud. |, young and rich and
handsome, and, as supposed, 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
background and made love to Rose
bud, and one day kissed her on the
cheek, and told her life would not be
worth having to me if | could not win
her; and she said nothing, but out
blushed ali the roses, and let me kiss
her again. After that we walked bold
ly arm-in-arm through the village, and
friends teased me, and the other beaux
dropped away, and one day l gave her
a ring to wear on her left hand fore
finger.
Two weeks from that day | went to
New York on business. | intended to
stay a week, but | was so successful
that | remained longer; finally went
into business in the city, and began to
know people. visited at the houses of
wealthy and met their wives
and daughters, and by degrees began
TO understand that, though my Rosebud
was very fair and sweet, she was not a
hot-house flower. In other words, her
dress was not like the dress of a fashion
able belle; her manners were home
spun, her education poor. She was
very good-eXcessively good, but not an
elegant lady. Then, too, she sent me
notes in big buff envelopes, and used
little al - for the personal pronoun,
which should have been honored by
the capital "I."
And Farmer Budd, with his uncouth
coats and wonderful hats and long
struggling beard and hair, was not the
sort of father in-law that | should ad-
mire; and there was Miss Hanover.
Perhaps that fact was the most power
full one of all the workings of my dis
enchantment; 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 diamonds on his
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, "Ni0lette, loye, 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
had forgotten to write to Rosebud for
two weeks, when came an anxious little
note on blue paper, beginning thus:
DEAR HENRY: i take up my pen in hand
much troubled in my mind regarding you
know you would write if you were not sick
., Henry, if you are sick do talygraff 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. Weare all
well aud in the hopes thatyOu will enjoy the
same blessings remain Yours truly,
ROSE BUDD.
Gu lNA ~ NoAut IA YOU dlE slNhs 4
am 80 trubbled in my mind.
fastened to reply, the awful dread
of Mr.. Budd's fatherly care hanging
over me, so 10 speak, by single hair.
l wrote 10 Rose, but how? l shall not
copy II at cowardly letter here. When
it was IN the box, did try to fish it out
again, but it was too late. 1t had gone,
aud its termination, "Thanks, Miss |
Budd, for your friendly anxiety con-
corning my health; am sure that Mr. /
Budd does not share it, was perhaps |
the worst of all the lines by which Itold |
her, not in frank, honest words, but in /
a manner that no woman could fail TO |
understand, that l 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 I
advice. And DAYS and weeks and months /
rolled by, and if thought of my little
Rosebud, failing because the light of !
my love was withdrawn from it, crossed |
my mind, [ drove it away with sigh. 1
could not help it, 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-Iremembe /
it was the day after a splendid ball, and {
| called on Violette, whose escort | had
been the night before-one day made
this latter statement TO Violette Hanno-
yer. and she having heard it, bestowed
ON me her most aristOeratie stare, and
asked me If did not know she had been
engaged to Mr.. Twentyplum for six long
months.
- Aud be married next week, Mr..
Markham added she. $50 you see
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