Wlliam Gilmore Simms
The Cub of the Panther: A Hunter Legend of the ''Old North State'' >> Chapter Fourteen: Catastrophe at Rosedale >> Page 176

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Novel (Romance) | The University of Arkansas Press | 1997
THE TWO GOOD LADIES at Rosedale Cottage, meanwhile continued, after their ancient amiable fashion, to keep life from stagnation, carrying on the habitual game of tit for tat; Mrs. Carter being always
elegant in her sphere, and Aunt Betsy antagonistically vulgar.
Little did they dream, that snowy morning, as they beheld the fleecy
white mantle covering all the ground, for whom that mantle had formed
the death shroud of the preceding night! Little, in the domestic strife
which seldom knew cessation between them, did they dream, that, while
they squabbled about the fortune of the fair daughter, so equally precious
to them both, the Fates had interposed, with their iron will, and were
weaving her melancholy doom. At the very moment when the poor girl
was passing out of the world, her poor mother was fondly calculating
upon her triumphant entrance into, and progress through it! Her head
was full of conjectured successes, splendid displays in society, and an
astonishing distinction by marriage. Alas! alas!
"It's been over two weeks," said Aunt Betsy, interrupting the orien-
tal fancies of Mrs. Carter, "sense Rose has been hyar to see us; and now,
with this heavy fall of snow, that's keeping on to fall as of it would never
stop, I reckon she kain't come for another week.""How often, Betsy Moore, shall I have to rebuke you for your want of
exactitude in respect to dates, numbers and weeks. It is scarcely thirteen
days since Rose has been here last."