The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1869-12-16
The Story of a Home1y Man.

MIR. Mason was going to. the city, fol-
that gentleman had money which he de
sired to invest Not that Mr.. Mason or
any other man need travel thirty miles
to dispose of any ordinary amount OF
that precious wealth which forms the goal
/ of every, almost every life " A safe and
productive investment was what he de
sired, and to seek safe and productive
investment he had spent the years subse-
quent to his collegiate course, with an In
troductory letter to a gentleman OF
+" weight" in the city. efss1
Mr. Mason looked out of the car win
dow, not with the indifference which the
majority of travellers manifest-save chill
dren and idiots-but with interest. Nor
was our traveller boor, as, alas would
be the too common inference. He had
probably journeyed more miles than any
one in she car, but he was sincere lover
of scenery, not especially of the grand
| and rare, but of that kind which may be
viewed out OF any car windew-farm
houses and barns and long winding fen
| ces; if the buildings were patched and
| dirty and the fences struggling and con-
,umpsive, all the truer. he thought, TO
| life. He imagined it was not the natural
which thousands thronged to see at the
great falls md high rocks, but the unatu
al. The commonest, and hence most
natural appearance, was to BE- seen out of
the window; here and there sparkling
riyulet or cool dell, truly, but north, south,
east and west, stretced the scorched grass
and bare upturned stones. He was just
noticing with great apparent pleasure,
some dirty faced, mud despatched chill
Idren, who dropped their chip boats upon
playground, and were watching the train go
by; when the smiling conductor opened
the door with whirr, and began taking
the tickets. Mr. Mason turned and list
ened with interest to the different intona
tons
/" Your ticket, if you please, ma'am,"
courteously to handsome woman click
Jet, if you please to good looking gen
tleman /" ticket here,' to shrivaled up
old man who covered as addressed; and
Mr.. Mason fell a dreaming with his
eyes wide open, on the influence of ap
pearances, until he was aroused by q
rough shake from the conductor a
/ !" Up, man, gil me your ticket" ~,
When the conductors back was turned,
Ill. AAoc1Ai ol1lCNASO LILO FdlISC3 eOOh
thence small pocket mirror, and looked
upon it's bright suface as if to seek there
the solution of problem which perplex-
ed him. He was not particularly grievod
by the officials harsh words, he had been
accustomed to such treatment all his life,
and the explanation now flashed upon him
as he considered his likeness in the glass
Mr. Mason need not be accurately describ
ed as he locked with such eagerness at
his other self, snffice it to say that he
was Insignificant in form and in counte
nance.
Mr Mason had settled his mind and
laid y the mirror; you and I have
formed an unfayorable opinion Of the
man because Of his face; and the train
has reached the city at the same time.
Mr., Mason now sat in his room at the
hotel, waiting for the arrival of the gen,
man to whom he had sent his introducto-
ry note, Rap APP -ap at the door, and Mr..
Mason rises and opens it.
"Is Mr. Mason in, John? Tell him Mr.
Taylor has come Quick, I'm in hurry;
why don't you move?" @ aa.1.et
Mr.. Mason blushed to the roots of his
hair at this, his first adventure in the city
and felt sensibly that he was the homely
man, as he remarked quietly:
=" l am Mason. Walk In"
( Ten thousand pardons! Wy bless my
soul, | could sink into the floor with
shamel You will excuse me for the absurd
mistake, will you not?" a
And again, afr the money question
is settled, and as Mr.. Taylor rises to go,
he says; %
do me- the favor to attend my wife's
party tomorrow evening, to show me
you have forgiven my unintentional in.
suit. Good day, sir" 9sa &.a
GA party" soIiloquizes Mr. Mason, "and
why don't some one ask me to go on ex-
hibition at the Museum? Treated yester-
day like dog, mistaken to day for ser
yant-what next? But suppose 1 must
go. Some new clothes first. | wonder if
the tailor will think am coal HEAVIER,
and the boot blacks hiss me on the
street,"
Thomas Taylor's windows were spark
ling with gas light. The parlors and
large halls were ablaze with beauty and
fashion, and there, too was the homely
man. No one, either, of the whole com
pany bore himself with more ease, or was
more charming in conversation.
Among the many guests, Miss Gardn-
er had no superior in beauty or cultiva
tion of mind. Nor had she any lack Of
admire8 but her admirers, alas, generally
had lack Of brains, Whether passion
for her had relieved them OF that article,
or whether her style Of beauty had a pc
culiar attraction for brainless boys, can
not be determined, but the fact is certain
that though handsome set of fellows
they were as idea-less to converse with, as
fair to look upon. AS she was labor1ne
to interest with her tongue one of these
victims of her eyes, Mr. Taylor approach
ed with: