Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1875-09-16

Not that /: was handsome. / have ov-
er and over heard people say. Miss Gle
ment would have been pretty but for her
nose" thought she was pretty in spite
of The nose was large, 1t is true, and
peculiar. but she had lovely blue grey
ewes, with dark eyelashes, darker than her
nut brown hair, a sweet, mischievous.
sensitive mouth. and skin OF rose leaves.
Still think | should have loved he: If she
had been positively ugly. There was that
In her face which transcribed all its form
or coloring-ther was a-Goodness! | al
wavs was fool about Nancy, and here
| am demonstrating ii in print. Nanon
Clement had French blood In her veins !;
her name came from a Breton grandmoth-
er. Certainly showed her race in the
grace of her bright, sweet manner, the
sparkle of her conversation, the taste Of
her dress perhaps she showed it in her
nose.
After she condescended to marry me,
we went on the conventional bridal tour.
| cannot say that travelling was altogether
blissiul to Nan, now that | look back on
that journey, but was too happy TO no.
tice her small peculiarities then. When
we came home we went TO a hotel. till our
| honse should be built. Nan was passion
dltIE IOflt VI - anu Jul iisNht1
sent them TO us daily-a sort of bridal Of
teriBg paid TO our new life and our hotel
| life. Since we had no garden. and Nanon
| loved flowers so dearly, these good peo-
| pie supplied her gladly. II was spring.
/ too. and every garden in the town bloomed
/ and perfumed the air. At first we had
sweet yiolets and mignonettes from the
| conservatories, and my wife hung over
! them like honey-bee.
| liked to see her large sensitive nostr!l
| dilate with the delicate ordor. / forgot
| that her nose was not Grecian or piquant
when il became so expressive / have
seen il dilate equally with scOrn and an
| ger. In fact this little woman's flesh al
| wavs seemed to be sort of veil TO her
soul. nothing more. Ii it was pretty with
the bloom OF youth and its roundness, that
was separate matter. Her "spirit
o'erinformed its clay" always. But some
times that matter of the nose astonished
me then; it has astonished me great
many times since.
One day somebody sent us sapert
basket of hyacinths. The crisp translu
cent spires Of bells were softly crowded
| together. their vernal tints contrasted and
defined by the contrast. There was the
very clouded pink of early dawn. the sill
stormy rose tint Of sunset after tempest
the pallid fsinting blue of April skies, thu
deep azure of mid noon. the snow
bells that seemed chiselled from mist,
alabaster, and the real hyacinthine pur
ple. No other flower offers such delicate
such exquisite tints and texture, for tn
texture is the secret Of the tint. though
Nan would be completely overjoyed.
carried the straw basket that held them
deep bedded In damp green moss. to ou
parlor. and set it on the shining surface o
a table that was topped with black mar
Bile. The polished surface gave back fain
reflex of the tint that hung over it. Tn
whole made picture.
| sat down in the window to wait for m
wife. who had gone out shopping. want
ed to see her look of delight as sh
came in. Presently the door opened. He
quick eye caught the group Of blossoms a
once. and kindled with admiration. He
nose quivered little, like the nostrils of
highbred horse that perceives somethn
doubtful in his path; look of pale DISCUS
swept over her delicate bloom, she presse
her handkerchief to her face with Sigh
shudder, stepped quickly forward. graspe
, all those beauteous bells In her long whit
fingers, and-threw them out of the VIII
dow.
Twas horrified. What did it mean?
"Nan!- said I, ''what Is the matter
WHY did you throw those lovely thing
, out Of the Window
"Oh, Jack, I can't bear the smell; the