The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1882-05-23
LIKE A FADED FLOWER
A Bright Dream Swept Away
Like Sunset Clouds.

II must have her.
The words came slowly from the half
parted lips of Rowland Donelson, as he
stood in thoughtful mood in the center OF
his Ohio street room.
lie was young man of proud lineage,
and plebeian income. While blue blood
coursed through his veins. there waS the
painful fact ever haunting this scion OF
lordly family that he had To toll for his
daily bread and the wherewithal 10 pay
his wash bill AMI liquid grocer's
account. But this mattered not
when placed in the balance against Il great
er and heavier burden which ,at upon his
heart like brick ON a toad
But Rowland was brave and did not
tlinch from the tread. mill lille he was liv-
ny. a bright hope lured him on, fond
dream cheered him through the daily task.
The words with which this story opens
BETRAYED his secret. He was in love,
madly, wildly in love, and he knew il was
IA hard fight for him to conquer the old
man whom his sweet and faithful Beatrice
called papa"
Stirring from the deep revery
into which he had fallen, Rowland
moved with free-for-all -go-as-you-please
gait out oil his room and towards the
Seventh street home of his darling.
Emotions OF hope and fear chased each
other with wild hurrah across the Hat ex-
panse OF his palpitating heart. He was in
trouble. and the burrows across his
brow were like those which
which just-learning-t o-plow farm hand
is apt To- make where roots are plentiful
and stones lie hidden meath the daisies amt
dog iennel.
The stately home of stern Agamemnon
Van Deuysen iretted the sky In the quiet
night, and To Rowland Donelson
looked like the ivy covered castle OF
some old NARROWING baron. His knees
seemed to give an additional quaver, and
his heart beat faster than long roll in a
militia camp.
Shall | enter and meet my late
face to iace?" The question be-
tokened doubt, He must have felt, by
some strange, psychologist intuition, that
he would encounter old Agamnemon and
and he dreaded the consequent breeze.
"Ill go, and beard the lion in his den,
the Douglass in his hail." bespoke the
young man, for | must, will, have this
awful stain removed"
He went He moved cautiously up the
broad walk, stepped like conscience
smitten Thomas cat on the steps, and with
trembling hand he yanked the door bell.
There was no response. He took an
other pull, and waited. The dreary min
uies went by with leaden feet, and Rowland
looked at his Open-faced, key-winding,
John-Landes' watch, lS7. times. He was
perturbed, broken up, and CHASTITY ghosts
- ha,nral hin. sth f~.o,.l
frenzy. At last the door swung
open and there stood the old man.
He looked as placid as an old grizzly
aud as complacent As hyena.
The two men stood silent for moment
and then Rowland sand:
''tiood evening"
The old man said
''tiood night"
That was an Ominous salutation. IL
meant business, and Rowland knew it.
He timidly, i'm foOling- watch-
fob->ort-ol-a-way, inquired if Miss Beatrice
was at home.
No." snorted out old Agamem.
MAY ask where she is?"
You NAV there is no law against it,"
Where, then, can find herr
DamiinO'
Rowland lifted his hat, babe the stern
father good night" and with bowed head,
walked down the desolate street. Gone
from him was the idol of his heart Like
crushed flowers the fair hopes of
his Lille lay strewn on the desc
late plain OF his soul. Devotion
was only another name for mockery; love
was turned to gall and despair. Over his
bright dreams there settled cloud OF
black ruin, and the world was as empty of
inspiration to him as is the grinning era
MUM of doctors skeleton
Beatrice sat smiling and happy, eating
ice cream with bald-headed ST. Louis
drummer, at Siehers', as Rowland passed
by.
Ii was the old mans trick.