Connecticut western news., 1872-11-08

nothing, pray for nothing, but that I might have a nose. I used to make noses out of clay and stick them on my face. but they would not stay there. Every day I looked at myself in the pump trough, and compared myself with other people, and those who had noses so much handsomer than myself that I had great respect for them. Then I be- gan tc~cnoose among noses, and think what kind would have if the good God would give me one. The minister's and the schoolmaster's little Rachel's pleased me best, and I looked at them until I knew them by heart, so that saw them exactly, even when I did not have them to look at."
 story; he seemed inspired with differ ent spirit; his eyes shone as he continu- ed
 "When I tended the cattle in the fields I thought of nothing but the min- ister's nose, and little Rachel's, and I tried to draw them on the ground with a stick. It was my dearest pleasure, and I did not stir till the noses looked like those had in my mind. When had taken so much pains, was sorry to have the rain always wash them out. I took a coal with me, and drew the noses on a stone where the rain would not strike, and at last drew faces to the noses, and they were more and more like the minister and little Rachel. After while I wanted to draw all the time. I had drawn the faces I liked often enough, and began to draw those I did not like. At last I wanted to have my pictures at home with me, and keep them I was able to draw them on paper, too; so I gathered up every scrap of paper, be- cause was too poor to buy, and dare not smear my school books. The master would have beaten me. Oh, doctor, I must confess it, I stole piece of pencil from my teacher; but the theft troubled me so much took it back crying. The kind man gave me the pencil, and when he heard why I wanted it, he gave me a little instruction in drawing, as much as he knew himself. He gave me some paper, too, and an old almanac with pictures in it."
 ''And then," said the doctor, you could not let it alone at all?"
 "Nsver, dear sir; every cent mother gave me spent on paper and pencil. 1 never got colors. I had no pleasures, no treasures, nothing but my drawing. and that l could not give up, no matter how often mother boxed my ears, when she caught me at it. When the boys drove me from the background, or from the dance, 1 did not cry or curse; went quietly away to some place where Icould see them all, and took out my paper and pencil and drew them, made them out of spite with horribly ugly faces. What was ugly in them made uglier, thick noses thicker, large mouths larger. I did to them as they did to me. mocked them, only not as they did me, in words, but in pictures. Those are the ugly pictures you have in your hand"
 'The lines are uncertain, and of course you have no idea of shading" said the doctor, land yet all these heads, thrown off with few strokes, have so character istic stamp that I would wager they are alike"
 "But," begged Joseph, anxiously, ''you will not tell any one about them. I am not coward, it's only for my nose; but think! if the people should be angry at the pictures, and there ould be a fight, I might lose my nose, for they would attack it first. Think how dread full it would be!'
 "That would be dreadful, said the doc tor, laughing involuntarily, "and must not happen, for there is no more stuff for a second if the first should be spoiled But in spite of that ] am going to show the pictures in the village"
 The mortified Joseph looked at him in despair
 "Never mind, I will guarantee your nose," said the doctor humorously, "do you think I careless for it than you do It is my own careful work, and people like their own work. It is the first nose I have made, and am as proud of it as you. I will take care that nothing hap pens to it. He closed the book and mo toned the troubled Joseph to follow him
 When he came down he found his mother with the sick woman, who was showing that her bed and bedclothes were bags of dried leaves that her son had gathered for her, and he told her how Joseph had declared in the hospital he could sleep on nothing but dry leaves.
 "Now,' said the latter, 1T shall 6n6 it hard to get used to them again.'
 "You shall. not do that" said the doc tor, and your mother shall have better bed"
 "What do all these people want9" sait he at last. The crowd of men, womer and children had been increasing abou the door, and they all seemed to awai his coming.
 "These are all people who want to b, cured," said Joseph's mother. She hat heard while Joseph was in the garret hoy the people were bringing all the sick tha the doctor might cure them.
 He does it for nothing" said they. He went out and they pressed roun' him so eagerly he could hardly free him self. Each wanted to be first, each wante, to outscream the other with 8 marvelou tale of suffering-women with goitre mothers dragging sick children; men half-crippled parents, after them.
 The doctor spoke to them kindly bu firmly.
 "You must be patient" said he, "I di not come here to cure the sick, but if yo will come to Zurich I will do all l can flo you; and now pay attention and answe my questions"
 He brought out the book with the pic lures and beckoned two of the most re spectable people to him.
 "Tell me who that is. Do you kno1 herr"
 And there was no end to the astonish ment.
 "That's the schoolmaster's Rachel"
 The doctor showed one of the carica lures.
 "Do you know him, toos"
 There was shout of laughter.
 "Yes, that's Lochaber's Willie."
 "My God, so it is."
 "And what a nose he has-and tn mouth-and the wart with the beard !"
 So It went from mouth to mouth, an the paper passed from hand to hand till reached the original. He swore long an loudly that if he could catch the fello7