Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1872-09-10

hoftd vO!ot, red, only sometimes theres
imse ot brown in it that is pretty. ril
allow. Still. altogether, nobody would
lhink of calling me handsome, even
though Ben does say my profile is quite
perfect.
III you care To hear il, have iretted
badly, ever since was child, because
people called me plain. Why | should
have minded. hardly know myself;
there we're but few OF the elements .oi
beauty in the home surroundings where
srsw out OF childhood | mean
aesthetic beauty as Zen calls it,
My mother VAS poot. m, father al
ways weakly from huit he got when
/ quite Young; ny brulhcrs aud sisters
acre more numerous lhnm thought they
needed to be
Que of the little ones. her name WA.
! Matty-thv dearest little human blossom
that e,ur made the world brighter and
wurter-this boy iavors hsi-hsd Clio
rious eyes. Everybody who saw her,
lurued to look again 10 see her eyes, they
said, in which one could look down into
/ hcr SJui. and read it like sn open book
Dear little angel! That made me take
nurc notice when people called me =
/ plain lille thing. do believe wor
shipped beauty for beauty's sake. II
never entered into my little heathcu
head 10 trace Gods hand in it or love
Him for IL. We learned iitlle ol Him
Though human means on thai lid seat
shore here the waves sometimes crept
quite ciose up 10 tho clumsy hut We call.
g.. home.
Now YOU see how really plain AIN.
and wha, truly think of myself home
J., short. ungracelul; and yet Beu, the
foolish fellow. stands To it that | am
handsome.
ben, the great, glorious. noble fellow,
hope you'll pardon me, madam, he's
my husband, but | can't help praising
him. Hc has made me all am for good.
| wish YOU could see HIM; you would
smile at the contrast between US. for Ben
is as handsome as | am homely. don't
care where he goes, Ben would be MOTTO
eel, even in his rough clothes. shove
many and many man OF fashion. and
am proud to say go. His hair is the real,
rich auburn. aud curls enough Ia turn
aud waye and shine against his temples,
snd his eyes are the real hazel so largo
and noli and tender The finest gentle.
man might envy him his silken nous
tSche and The beard that lipples over his
chin
ben is an orphan. When father
moved into tlilbro' he had an easy place
offered him in The largest cotton mill.
Ben seeing him there, took a fancy 10 his
quist ways, because lie thought hs MAS
liks his owe father, who WAS killed by
righllul accident. Whoever Ben liked,
liked him; he wa. the most coveted
piece ii humanity in the Hilbro' mills;
the gir,s were always talking of him and
long before saw him, ! wondered about
him. and tried to think how he looked.
Father was determined to keep his
girls out oil the mills us long as possible;
he thought them bad place for young
people. An mother and did plain sewing,
-Four ui lhe children died-liltlc Mat.
Il .i, lhr hast. II seemed hard 10 shut
,lown the coffin-lid over those glorious
eyes, but We did, aud oilen think how
beautiful she must 10 in heaven. There
WGs {. baby; John. my oldest brother,
worked in the mill. and little Annie. Who
had been lamcd by tall had to be help
Ell about more or less hy mother and me,
for, poor child, she would never walk
Ike the rest OF US, the doctor sa!d.
Il shall never forget -. -, ma,
''''''' A''' and Ben Mumsen. 1t was
strange should have seem lhsm nearly
at the same time, and recognized them
both without knowing either.
III ever you zee Lottis Hill, you'll see
a perfect beauty; she's not Lottie Hill,
now. hut I'm coming To that. | WAS
dragging little Annie in queer box on
wheels. when this girl. this bit OF marble
iain,ly flushed Owe seen thai somewhere
being a great readcr,) stopped close to
my poor sister, who vas leaning back
and smiling up to the blue sky.
dear little thing. she's sick, isn't
she !" she said in such tender voice
that my heart warmed to her.
"She is lame" answered, saying TO
myself. you are Lottie Hill
A tiny creature she was. dressed in q
pretty spotted muslin that made her look
pure and sweet. One or two little rings
of pale gold hair trcmbled on her fore
head under her hat Her eyes were
large and sunny, though there was n
sadness in her smile, but that only made
it more bewitching.
Poor little birdie! what PITY she
said again, and gave the child II rose.
You can't think how it made me love her.
Il had just turned the corner after she
had gone. when somebody came hurrying
by with quick, light step. and jostled
the carriage as he passed.
"'Aud you are Ben Munsen, thought
~ he turned back to apologize
There stood /, staring with all my
might; and | shouldn't wonder il he had
read nv thought in nv face-'yOu are