The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1888-07-27
THE FARM HAND.
How Rosamond Became the Wife
Of Rich Man After All.

81 always thought there weren't no
good come O that visit to New York, ;"
said 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
s. slender, fair-faced girl with brown
hair and limpid hazel eyes, and a pink
touched cheek, where solitary dimple
went and came at every word she spoke.
This was Rosamond Calthorpe, the
farmers only child.
81 enjoyed it very much, papa" said
Rosamond, softly.
eyes, but it's the consequences I OBJ
ject to-" insisted Luke. Here's my
little gal hasn't been home three weeks,
before there comes letter from some
young highhyer or other, and Tn told
she's engaged to him. / tell you, child,
never wanted my Rosamond to marry
u 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.
elbow do l know he's none the
worse?" demanded Luke Calthorpe, al
most fercely. ~ 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 CANDLES all night.
There's your rich mans son for you"
"Oh, papa, Godfrey Everleigh isn't
bit like that! wish you would con-
sent to see him.
but / won't consent. [ never will
consent. Child, | won't give you up
to such man as that. l haven't loved
you and cherished you like little eve
lamb all these years to see you thrown
away at last. You've been dreamin',
Rosamond, it's high time you walked up.
You'll be deal happier married to
some one of your own station in life, who
does fair day work in the sweat of his
brow, as the Lord meant him to do,
and amt afraid of honest labor. Don't
speak to 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 Calthorpe said never a
word in reply, but when the fitful fire
light again touched her cheek, the
roses were 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. I shall be just as
true to you always, Godfrey, as if we were
married, but can not disobey my father If
you had only been farmers son upon these
bleak uplands and mountain sides, we might
have been happy, but papa has strong dislike
TO my marrying what he terms a rich mans
son. Please don't answer my letter--it would
oh. for sweet Heavens sake, remember that
shall be forever and ever yours, and yours
only. RosAMoNp.n
And then, ere she sealed it up, she
kissed the paper over and over again,
remembering that his 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 Call
thorpe's heart was sad and unrespon-
sive to the greatre rejoicing of nature. She
had strictly enjoined it upon Godfrey
Everleigh not to answer her letter, vet
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 inmost soul for obey
ing her orders too literally.
Perhaps it is better that he should
forget me" she unused, ''but, oh, l did
not think | should pass away from his
memory so soon."
"Rosamond," said her father, one
June evening, that's capital hand
Squire Martins got for the spring
work; as sterling young fellow as ]
ever saw"
Rosamond sewed on, her head droop-
ing over her work. In truth she was
but little interested in the matter under
discussion.
sGood-lookin0, too added the
farmer, meditatively. II s'pose one
of the Squire's daughters II be maxim
eyes at him. By the way, they want
you to come over there tonight.
There's to be dance or something
81 don't care to go, papa"
But wish you would, Rosamond.
I'd kind O. like you to get acquainted
with this George Ellis. He's the very
man should like best for son-in-law.
I've been kind O watching him all
along, for had sort O. notion when
he first come to Squire's that he was
a milksop, and wouldn't be O no ac-
count. But | was never SO mistaken
in all my life. | tell you he's the
finest fellow hereabouts. Got the
spunk of a red Indian, and will like
iron.
Il dare say he is very nice, papa, =
said Rosamond, listlessly, shut shall
never marry"