Thomas County cat. [volume] (Colby, Kan.) 1885-1891, 1888-08-16
THE FARM HAND.
How Rosamond Became the Wife
Of q Rich Man After All.

good come O. that visit to New York."
ssid Luke Calthorpe. shaking his griz-
zled head. as he sat in the March twi-
light with the red glimmer of the blaz-
ing logs Illuminating his upright form
and strongly marked features.
Close beside him on little stool sat
a slender, fair-faced girl with brown
hair and limpid hazel eyes, and pink
touched cheek, where a solitary dimple
went and came atevery word she spoke.
This WAS RosamOnd Calthorpc, the
farmers only child.
II enjoyed it very much. papa" said
ROsamOnd, softly.
Yes, but it's the consequences OBJ
ject to-" insisted Luke. Here's my
little gal hasn't been home three weeks,
before there comes a letter from some
young highfiyer or other, and I'm told
she's engaged to him. tell you, child,
never wanted my Rosamond to marry
q rich mans son.
But, papa, dear, he's none the
worse for being rich" coaxed Rosa
mond, laying her little velvet hand
softly on the old mans freckled wrist.
How do / know he's none the
worse?" demanded Luke CalthOrpe, al
most fie-cely. II think he is: he must
be. Why, just look at the common
sense of the thing. child. Rich and
idle and shiftless-a fellow that smokes
cigars all the morning. drives fast
horses on Bloomingdale road all the
afternoon. and gambles all night.
There's your rich mans son for YOU"
.'Oh, papa. Godfrey Everlcigh isn't
q bit like that: wish you would con-
sent to see him."
"But won't consent. I never will
consent. Child, won't give you up
To such a man as that. haven't loved
YOU and cherished you like a little eve
lamb all these years to see you thrown
away at last. You've been dreamin',
Rosamond. its high time you walked up.
You'll be deal happier married to
some one of your own station i'm life. who
does fair days work in the sweat of his
brow. rs the Lord meant him to do,
and amt afraid OF honest labor. Don't
speak 10 me on this subject again,
child-we won't never agree on it; and
believe me, RosamOnd. the old father
knows what is best for you"
Rosamond Cal,horpe said never Il
word in reply, but when the fitful fire
light again touched her cheek, the
roses We're gone. and the lashes
dropped sadly over the downcast,
dewy eyes.
And the letter she wrote that night
to Godfrey Everleigh was stained with
the traces of many tears:
Papa says must give you up and fear
his resolve is unalterable. 1 shall be just as
true to you always, Godfrey. as il We were
married. but can not disooey my father. II
YOU had only been farmers son upon these
bleak uplands and mountain sides, we might
have been happy. but papa has . strong dislike
10 my marrying what he terms rich mans
SON Please don't answer my letter-it would
only make Us both miserable: but remember
oh. for sweet Heavens sake. remember that
shall be forever aud ever yours, and yours
only. ROsANOND.''
And then. ere she sealed it up, she
: kissed the paper over and over again.
remembering that has hands would
hold it, his eyes rest upon its pages.
The days and weeks glided quietly
by, and the white blossoms of the May
tide sprinkled all the wales with per-
fume and color, while ROsamOnd Cal
thorpe's heart was sad and unrespon-
sive to the great rejoicing of nature. She
had strictly enjoined it upon Godfrey
Eyerleigh not to answer her letter, yet
when day after day went by and no
missive of love or remembrance reached
her. she was almost tempted to re
proach him in her Utmost soul for obey
ing her orders too literally.
Perhaps it is better that he should
forget me-" she unused, ..but, oh, did
not think should pass away from his
memory go soon"
"Rosamond." said her father. one