Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1878-03-14
Misftllantons. q
Love and Money.
BY ROSE TERRY COOKE.

By ROSE TERRY CoOkE.
Clementine Kent was a very pretty girl.
and sentimental as she was pretty. Her
pale oval face. with plastic features that
looked as II some easy hand had moulded
their fluent curves from q son psllid clay
that never hsrdened-her yellow gray
eyes and deep brown lashes. her full lips,
low forheac. and delicate brows-all
seemed surcharged with a sort of vague
pathos that was very eifeetiye; an abund-
ance OF light brown hair, waving and
silken. and beautiful teeth half disclosed by
the languid mouth. added also 10 the
charms Of slight and graceful figure.
She was one OF those girls who suggest
. vine always; not = sturdy grape laden
with bacchant punches, or a classical
evergreen ivy; but rather a morning glory.
adorned with pine biooms-howers OF an
hour. that fade when the hot sun strikes
them, and close forever under twilig ht
shadows.
Her romantic name fitted her very we'll;
and nobody ever thought of shortening IL
into robust "Clem." or familiar "Clemmy :"
II the syllables were too long for any lazy
tongue, it degenersted at once into Tina
At school she always had At least eleven
bosom friends, who were horribly jealous
Of each other, as each in turn happened 10
Uc lut Vi ttt uak. were
girls who called Clementine a fool, and
treated her with judicious scorn; but they
were mistaken-Clemintine was not a fool
at all; she had the ordinary sense OF girls
OF her age; not common-sense, which is
the rarest of ali possession, and beyond
genius; but an average share of under
standing. To be sure, she wrote poetry -
reams Of it-and very poor poetry at that,
though being smooth, melodious and harm
less. IL was greatly admired by the readers
OF the Canterbury Journal. and her candid
school-msies. But If she did write poetry.
she learned her lessons fairly well. aud
was quite proficient in French. To be
sure, Monsieur BourdalOuse was desper-
stely enamored of Tina, and gave more
than the prescribed hours teaching to the
class in which she belonged-a class of
two-which may account for her progress.
The worst thing about Clementine was
her fearful tendency; not a day passed
that she did not cry, and cry fiuently; good
honest showers of cry stal tears that soaked
her handkerchief and washed her soft pale
cheeks like spring rain.
Nobody ever koew what she cried for;
sine said herself she cried because she
couldn't help 1t. Nora Jones, one of the
strong minded girls who called her silly.
said he was crying for the moon certain.
tutfC was uo OtuCt AuOWb ICdSou IOf
those tears. She had good home, a very
loving father and mother, one sunny saucy
sister. rs unlike her ~ possible. yet who
regarded Tina with deep reverence. and
said the editor of the Canterbury Journal
had been heard to call Clementine "a child
of genius and she guessed she was.
After . great while, Tina, in a moment OF
confidence. owned to her chiet dearest
friend that life was q burden. love a vain
dream, friends a delusive fiction, and she
herself should certainly die young. con-
sumed by inward fires; to confirm which
sentiments she quoted Mrs. Hemans. By
ron. L. Z. L. and N. F. Tupper with
great nuency and convincing aptness, and
scared poor Molly Hayes out OF a nights
rest by asking her If she should return
from the spirit-lsnd TO tell her OF its heav-
enly joys.
Molly did not like ghosts, and protested
vehemenfly: but she need not have been
frightened, for Tina did not die at all.
though she ate enough pickles. candy. and
l0af.cake to hasten her end If she had been
naturally . wholesome, hearty creature.
No; this morbid sort Of girl does not die
young; she grows up into weedy, use
less woman, and for all practical purposes
might rs well be kept in q cellar with 9TH
er eprOuts Of more useful vegetables.
Clementine finished her school-days in
her usual health. graduated with some
honor. looking extremely pretty in white
muslin and blue satin ribbons. with her
hair in long loose ringlets falling about
her shoulders, and one white rosebud
caught In the shinginx meshes above her
little ear. In this cheap and lovely costume
she sung pretty little song of long ago.
''Love not" with such tremulous psth0s
| that the audience almost cried, and seven