Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1893-03-18
HIS FILTRATION.
An Old Fashioned Tale OF Love Untrus.-
Little "Rosebud's" Fate.

New York Journal: You don't mean
you are going away?" asked the sweet
face among the roses, while the eyes
clouded over.
YES, Rosebud" said Percy Howard,
not unconscious of the pain his words
were causing. The doctor says there
is not the slightest excuse for me re-
manning here any longer on account of
that accident. should have gone long
ago only wanted Sd much To stay.
VIII you think of me sometimes. Rose
bud?" taking her face between his two
hands and looking down in the soft,
sweet eyes.
Always" she murmurs, turning her
face away.
Il don't want you to look so sad,
sweetheart. l shall not soon forget
the saEs You took OF me after was in,
Jurcane4r tbut aecfdcnt~- II was a fuc,xy
thing fell into such kind hands. 1t
don't seem like a month ago, dear, does
it?'
Not to me, Perry she says, with
dowacast eyes.
''Nor to me. But don't ruin the rose:
give IL to ms to keep in remembrance
of today" He took il and put it in
his pocketbook. II will keep il here
always. next my heart he said.
II was the night before the party,
and Mrs. Mordaunt's handsome parlors
and drawing room We're ablaze with
light. Already the rooms were begin
ming to fill rapidly. Latest of all came
Percy Howard. Handsome and bril-
liant, he was eagerly sought after.
Leaning against the folding doors later
in the evening, listening TO the dreamy
waltz music and watching the graceful
figures whirling around the rooms with
lazy interest, he suddenly leaned for
ward.
'By Jove. Lindsey. who Is that
lovely creature in blue?'
That? Why. don't you know? That
Is the beautiful Miss Gordon. Hit al
| ready? Come. let me give you an in
production"
'lIappy to meet you, Mr.. Howard"
The stately head with its wealth Of
golden hair was slightly inclined, and
| the blue eyes rested for moment with
pleased expression upon Percy How
ards handsome face as he was pre-
sented.
80 sorry l am engaged for this
waltz" as he pleadingly lifted the card
which hung upon her arm. 'Yes, you
shall have the next"
The next nioment she was whirling
down the long room and lost to his gaze
among the many dancers.
This is ours. believe" Percy How
ard said as her partner brought her,
flushed and tired. back To her seat.
'.Yes, the next, ! believe" she an
swered. What u gay and brilliant
| throng. Ii would seem as IL they never
| tire.
Yes some Of them. But ] am not
of the number. was already tired of
| il all when l looked across the room
/ and saw your face" he said, bending
| low over the little white hand which
rested lightly upon his arm.
And this was tho beginning After
that they waltzed. then wandered
/ through the conservatory, With its
splashing fountain and rare flowers.
| lie asked permission to call--if she
would 6- .sss s:..,c :..,cc s:..,..'. c.rty the newt
evening. Then there was no end OF
meetings-at the opera, parties, every
where. And their names began tn be
connected by the gossiping world. In
the spring their engagement was pub
licly announced.
The buds and flowers around sweet
Rose cottage were bursting into bloom
again as Marie Atherton sat near her
mother in the little p orch, with the sf-
tcrnoon mail lying on her lap, opening
| the papers Suddenly her face grew
ghastly pale, and the white lips uttered
a smotaered shrek as the slight form
fell fainting upon the floor.
The mother. scarcely conscious OF
what she was doing, picked up the pa
per and read the notice OF Percy How
ard d marriage with Fay Gordon. and
knew what q terrible grief had come To
her darling her only child
Far away, on their wedding tour.
two happy lovers sat upon the deck III
an ocean steamer.
s.Persy. found In an old a,co INIT
book Of yonrs little faded rose. ]
thought il must have had history.
| Tell II to me; here II ~"
''Oh, yes. the only reminder of .
siirtation had with little rustic
| maiden upon whose mothers hospital
lity was thrown last summer, when
that miserable accident happened.
Just harmless little Irritation assure
| you. love; SO you have no reason TO be
Jealous OF the fa led flower. Give Il TO
me watch ID tioat upon the wave,r he
said, lightly letting Il drop into the
foaming water.
Two months later, returned from
their wedding tour. Ia the elegant