The weekly clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1863-1882, 1869-04-15

!. PATHETIC rKEncH nonAScE N BRIEF.


We all live. for ourselves. Nov viii tell
you little story 10 this point OF self-love
was in Vienna, under the care OF Dr, b,
when, one day waiting in ms salon. I'D"
a couple who attracted me with leeling OF
horror. The young man was tall. nanu-
some. with large blue eyes, which DAD
peculiar vacancy in them. He was blind
from infancy. His voice was pleasant ms
words so full of love fer his companion that
/ felt interested usdlgre AoL and nearn tncI
story. The lady was his cousin. She mao
seen this man as a child; she had been his
soul; she had taught him what the mowers
were. and the sky. and the seasons. ana sne
had poured into him second life, her
voice. poor Margaret was gentle as the
trace Of the birds wing on the wafer put
To- she was a monster. her head was enoF-
mons her eyes small and red her Dust
SQUARE and lat. her hands large and bony,
no unduIations to her stiff hair; but from
those ewes a look OF sorrow came now and
tben. and tears, heartily wept, made her
most interesting, although uglier than ever
Trank had come 10 DIR. B. TO recover his
s;gbt- and that day decision as to when
the oDeration should be done was To be
n1ade. He went TO the studio. 1 was left
alone with that she-monster with the loving
heart. She conficed in me her fears, her
love and said. Il am twenty--I viii die
1-oung-I feel it," then, with that soft voice.
like melodious music, she murmured TO me
such nlaintive notes that 1 shut my eyes to
eniov her accents. Il love him." she says,
sand he calls me beautiful And he will be
Mortified at my sight. He will see, and the
world which painted TO MIN 10 make MIN
happy will be a disappointment. taught
him all and am deceiyer." She let her
| head drop on my shoulder
.. He will see | will kill his love by my
ugliness, and will die young. o, misery
| O. nature, Why hast thou given a soul in
| This body of horrors-a soul to love, to feel
- r1fr g.
| to love and be loved! Why must l witheT
! in nv ugliness. poor bud. unfolded and
| blighted ere it bloom: Here he comes =
| Shall / tell him my ugliness before he sees
| Can II" He came; he mad declded-the
morrow was the day of birth for him. lie
! was to be born to the light, to the world,
| TO women. the curse of mankind The OPP
Grafton was to be done at his mothers place,
| | was invited to be present there. and Mar
paret told me a school, follow of hers would
| also be there, to help her on the trial. /
| could not sleep that night. At eleven ] was
| at the great house. with its columns of mar
ble. | was introduced to Ida. the school-fel
low. She was lovely; her white dress, her
ringlets falling in masses on her neck, her
mink bows, her tiny hands, her tiny feet
peeping under the muslin. were really vi
sion of delight. Marg aret was seated at the
feet of his mother. He was there listenin q
TO Margaret's sweet voice. DF.-was an
nOunced. An old, whlte-haired servant
opened the door of the study; two doctors
were there to witness the operation. No
ladies were to be admitted. After twenty
five minutes of anxiety the old servant open
ed the door, the operation was complete
the eyes Of the patient were covered with q
bandeau, and & few minutes more would
decide. / shall never forget the moment
none of us spoke. AT last the bandeau was
removed. Il see the sum-" said he. He
turned round the room, and, rushing, to Ida.
10, my guardian angel, why did you not tell
how beautiful thou wert?" Ida took him
by the hand, and, showing Margaret, said ::
This is your long patient guardian angel
of YOUR destiny'-a scream-he fell back
he was afraid of her ugliness-he tainted
and fever fOllOwed-his blind eyes had
loved the soul of Margaret His eyes open
ed, but loved what gratified them. the beau
ty of Ida. Margaret ran away; SIX months
after he married Ida. He was not happy !!
One day, 50 long and weary, for he was tired
of the pretty face, sans dnle, and nothing
else to fill the intervals, letter was handed
to Ida. 1t was from Margaret. Come, dear,
and see me die Let me tell you what will
make him happy; L know my cousin so well
Come. l knew / would die young" Ida
would not be bored-she hated sights-she
begged he would go-he did go--he saw the
chamber and attendants. She knew his step
she covered her face-and her musical
voice gave him sweet words Don't look at
me, Frank! Ny face would make you faint !!
Are YOU happy. dear? | am going where
beauty is of no avail-where we are clothed
with the SOUL" lie felt all the love of old
when the blind eyes could see but the soul !;
he regretted to have seen light-too late
Margaret uncovered her ugly face; it was
illuminated with the love of all her life
He did not see her ugliness, her soul which
had made such an oasis in his cecite was flut-
tering on it, and made her beautiful! She
died pressing the hand she had guided
through life-the ungrateful hand given to
beauty. The power of woman is in their
looks. Is this not strange example; and
do You think this sketch of woman can go
into our portrait gallery les Jenlnaes coSnlo-
politaines-PGlis CosHaop0LitQn.