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Sitting alone in the breakfast parlour of The Rosebud, one morning in June, Miss Stivergill read the following paragraph in her newspaper: "GALLANT RESCUE. Yesterday forenoon a lady and her daughter, accompanied by a gentleman, went to the landing-wharf at Blackfriars with the intention of going on board a steamer.
I don't like it! Not after what happened to Joe that day!" She had seen that Rosebud was given in charge of the groom who always looked after the clever steed, and now Helen moved over where she could watch Joe's comparatively new wire act.
In the afternoon, I walked with Rosebud to the Medici Gardens, and on our way thither, we espied our former servant, Lalla, who flung so many and such bitter curses after us, on our departure from Rome, sitting at her father's fruit-stall. Thank God, they have not taken effect.
His whole attention is given up to a contemplation of the land beyond the White River, and the distance away behind him to the left, which is the direction of the Rosebud Indian Reservation.
His next cruise was with his friend Robinson, in a private ship of ten guns and thirty-five men, in which they encountered the British privateer Rosebud of sixteen guns and one hundred and twenty men. On the return, a letter-of-marque of sixteen guns and seventy men was captured.
"Oh, beautiful, Cleta; your eyes are stars, your mouth is a rosebud, sweeter than honey a thousand times." "Now you talk like a wise man," she laughed; then, holding my hand, she led me to the tree and sat down by my side on the poncho. "And how old are you, little one?" I asked. "Fourteen is that very old? Ah, fool, to tell my age truly no woman does that. Why did I not say thirteen?
From her masses of black hair peeped one spot of vivid white, a rosebud; and a green plumy leaf, a favourite ornament with Spanish girls, drooped, bending, and soft as a feather, on one side of her gold-and-tortoiseshell comb.
Then, too, you can earn nearly as much in State's prison as you can at your trick. A despatcher's salary is high, you know seventy-five, eighty, and even a hundred dollars a month. "Of course, there's an unpleasant side of it. I don't want to seem to draw it too rosy. I imagine you've heard Blackburn's story, haven't you the lap-order at Rosebud?
Why, Rosebud, if you are going to apply that rule to all Dot's lovers, you had better post a sign: 'Wanted, a husband. P.S. No man need apply." "Watts! Don't talk so." "Dear little woman. I'm only trying to show you that we can't do better than trust our little girl to Peter." "With that stain! Oh, Watts, give him our pure, innocent, spotless child!" "Oh, well.
Nothing happened. About two o'clock in the morning Lieutenant Sibley ordered camp. They were forty miles from General Crook, and near ahead, over the next divide, lay the upper end of the Valley of the Little Big Horn in the Rosebud country. "We will find the Sioux villages in there, all right," promised Frank Gruard. "And," he added again, "we won't have far to go, either."
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