The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1882-06-06
ROSA'S REVENGE.

l was sitting at the table, on which
my breakfast was temptingly arrayed
before me, waiting impatiently for
the morning paper. | always like to
read while l am eating-merely a
habit, but then / like it.
Presently it came, and folding it
over so as to get the marriage notices
and deaths, settled myself to rest.
suddenly | started the blood rush
ed to nv head with such violence "a
almost to deprive me of my senses.
The cause of nv agitation was merely
a marriage announcement, such as one
sees every day. 1t ran thus:
SPEScRR-WusoN-Att the residence of the bride :
t.rher, by the Rev Mr. Watson, Mr.. Horace Spencer
and Miss Jennie Wilson, daughter OF Mr.. Phillip
Wilson, all Of this city
Nothing extraordinary in that. you
say. To me it seems very extraordinary.
for this reason: If ever loveda girl
better than my life, that girl was Rosa
Burt. But my love was hopeless, for
when / proposed to her she informed
me that she was engaged to Horace
Spencer. Without any vanity on my
part, / knew that was Horace Spen-
GERS superior in every point except
wealth, and that, / knew, Rosa did
not value. l saw she was happy in
his love, and believed that he loved
her as fully as it was possible for a
man of his nature to do, and | tried
to become reconciled to seeing her an
others wife, though l knew that my
heart would break when that hap.
pened.
believed Horace to be frivolous
and weak, but 1 never thought that
he was a scoundrel. | never thought
that he would wantonly trile with the
affections of a girl who loved him so
devotedly as did Rosa Burt.
This explains my agitation on read
ing the above-quoted notice. / knew
that Rosa would be rendered almost
frantic at this evidence of his treach-
etv, and hurried quickly in the di-
rection of her home with the intention
of consoling her. Perhaps was a
little selfish, too. / thoug hit | saw an
opening in favor of my suit, but |
found l was mistaken.
When l inquired at the door for
Rosa / was told that she was indispos-
ed and could see no one. But on send
ing up my card was invited upstairs
into the parlor. After sitting there a
few minutes Rosa came in. Heavens
how she was changed. The fearless
eyes, the compressed lip and haggard
look all petokened how much she had
suffered.
Rosa, dear,"I said, gently. "do
not grieve over this event Cast the
villaiH from your mind, beg you"
"Mr. Lorimer," she said, 81 love
him."
"But he proved himself unworthy
of your love" 1 said.
"Mr. Lorimer." she said, "you do
NOT. cannot know the depth of a
woman's love. His image was en-
praved in indelible lines on my heart,
and do what I can, I cannot tear it
forth. l know he is villain. He
left me on Wednesday night with
words of love on his lips, and signing
that the time would seem long until
we met again.
"Good God!" 1 cried, maddened at
such per6dy, "such conduct cannot 60
unpunished. l will make him account
to me for his. rascally proceedings"
and 1 arose to go out Of the room.
"Stop, Mr.. Lorimer," cried Rosa. l
paused irresolutely. "Stop,' she con-
ttinued. 81 com mand you. He has
not wronged you; me he has, foully.
most cruelty wronged, and on me de:
wolves the task Of revenge. And |
will not shrink" she continued,
fercely, her whole frame dilated with
anger ; "no, 1 will make him regret
his choice, and then-then-" she
paused, and then suddenly babe me
coed evening, and walked maJestlcally
out of the room.
"Poor girl, the shock has rendered
her partially insane" thought, as
proceeded slowly homeward.
I saw Rosa at one or two balls, ane
there she was the gayest of the gay
seemingly devoted to nothing but co
quetry and dancing. Mr.. and Mrs
Spencer were generally present. Mrs