The Hawaiian gazette., 1873-05-21
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witch's nightshade put out Its pretty PINK
flowers The pond glowed with the gold
en- drooping-lipped vases of the water
flag, and purple water-violets and cinque-
foil trembled on its banks. The pimper-
mel Struggled its little pink face into its
messy pillow. All along the lanes dog
roses put forth their struggling sprays,
and Uttered the ground with their she'll
like petals. In and out crept the silver
leaved, golden-blossomed silver weed,
mixed with the snowy bell of the bind
weed, and beneath the plantain stood gay
in its gala suit of pink and silver. The
pink and purple crane's-bills were both in
blossom, and when the little boy left the
plain and mounted the hillside, bluebells
were tossing as if fairies were ringing an
inaudible peal, and the butterfly orchis
was pouring out its delicious fragrance to
mingle with the sweet scent of the mint
and thyme. Larks sang overhead, golden
banded wild bees went booming about,
lilac-colored butterflies futtered hither
and thither, the bells of distant church
were Ginning merrily in meadow down
below-too far off for him to fear teasing
from them-haymakers were singing and
laughing.
In this beautiful, happy world, " unused
the little boy, show is it that am so ug-
ly and sad 2"
He toiled up to the holy well; the black
faced sheep that had been drinking its
clear water and cropped its lush grass,
scampered off; and, kneeling down, he
curved his hand into cup, and dipped
into the well. Thrice, according to old
custom, he drank of the holy water, thrice
he sprinkled it over his head; but he be-
came no stronger, no handsomer.
{" 1t only tells me what knew BEFORE"
said the little boy, as he sat looking into
the liquid mirror. Everything is beau
tiful except me-" he murmured. "No,
there's an ugly thing" he added, as hump
UdCheu as dlu. w udO Is IL IL HUNS
like bit of dry stick, and yet it seems to
be alive. It's moving"
AS he spoke the humpbacked bit of
stick cracked, and there came forth a
beautiful butterfly, which soon spread its
wings of orange-tipped white, and flew
off to hawthorn bush hard by.
The little boy, stretching himself on the
sunny grass watched, for long time, the
beautiful insect futtering over the beau
tiful mass of creamy blossom, fecked with
red and green. Presently it flew off and
began to futter around him. 1t alighted
on his ear, and whispered something to
him; and then butterfly and hawthorn
bush-nay, more, the very mountain itself
suddenly vanished. But, after having
been spoken to by butterfly, the little
boy could be astonished at nothing.
He was no longer little boy, but a
man. He was still bunch back. but he
had ceased to be sorry for that. When
people, as was still sometimes the case,
sighted or insulted him on account of his
ugliness, he would smile and whisper to
himself, "Ah, if they only knew-but
that's secret"
Two brothers were going to fight, but
the hunchback ran between them, and,
being ashamed to strike such as he, they
ceased from their quarrel long enough to
cool, and finally shook hands over the
hunchback's head
In bare room, an almost blind old
woman lay alone, bedridden. Every one
belonging to her was dead. She was a
peevish old woman, interesting limo way,
and in the wide world there was not soul
cared whether she lived or died, until the
hunchback found her out. He brought
her food, and physic, and clothes; he
brought her Goals, he brought her cooling
fruits. He sat with her, reading and talk
ing. Sometimes the ungrateful, ugly old
woman snapped at him for being so ugly;
but the hunchback simply smiled, and
went on being kind to her.
A young woman, without a penny,
alone in great city, and maddened by
her loneliness, had thrown herself, with
loud shrek, into the black, gas-lit river
of which the hunchback, when he saw it
as man, remembered that he had read
when boy. There was none to care for
her but the hunchback. He had dragged
her out and claimed her and comforted
her, and got her work and at last she
had married an honest husband, and lived
to have swarm of pretty little faces
swaying about her like roses around a
bush; and wife and father and the little
roses all blessed the hunchback.
Another lonely girl, whose face had
once been pure little rose, but had been
sadly blighted, he had found wandering
reckless in the same great city; but he
had lured her back to her quiet country
home; and once more father and mother,