The daily gazette., 1881-06-02
ROSANNA.r
BY s.L.

"You really de not seem to know, I,
said Mrs. Moore to her husband. ehoW
ugly that little one is. l. she not, Will
liam?n
And Mr.. Moore gravely answered h,s
wife.
"But, my dear, you have already said
% one hundred times, and were you tc
say 1t enc hundred times more, Koss
would not become less ugly for your say.
ing so.n
Rosanns was little girl Of about ID.
She was their only child, and,i to do her
mother Justice, was really very ugly
nay, almost revoltiDg-with her little
gray eyes, fiat nose, large mouth, thick,
protruding lips, red hair, and, above ali
. form remarkably awry.
Rose was, then, very ugly;but she was
Q sweet girl, nevertheless. Kind and In
teiligent, she possessed . mind of the
highest order. Nature seemed TO have
compensated her with every good quality
Of the heart for the want Of every beauty
of person.
The poor little thing was profoundly
hurt, "a she listened TO her mothe's OBJ
servatioi. "Oh, you little fright, you
will never get Q husband"
Eight O'Clock struck. Mrs. Moore was
sorely vexed.
"Go To bed, Rosanna."
Tremblingly the little girl approached
her mother TO give her the kiss Of COED
night.
/ A tear rolled frem the little ones eye.
She hastily wiped 1t away, aud turning
10 her father, presented him the vet
humid cheek. He kissed her tenderly.
~ am not altogether miserable" she
murmured, leaving the room.
Retired TO her chamber, she commen-
ced embAoidering q scarf, and worked
thus part OF the night, for she desired to
be able to present Il 70 her mother when
she rose in the morning. The clock
struck twelve. She had ust finished md
FslttlDg 1t by, tie little girl calmly rs-
signed herself to rest. Her rersse was
undlsturbed.
On the morrow Rose presented the
scarf TO tsr mother. What was the pain
the little one experienced when her
mother received 1t cofdly, and EXPIRE ed
none OF those tender sentiments which
we're TO have been the tweet little ~ e's
reward. Her eyes, by chance, glanced
over neighboring mirror.
EYES," she said, internally, 81 IN ug-
ly-they are right, and shs sought in
her ySang head to find remedy fer ug-
liness.
Aud the world-new pangs wounded
the litle ugly ones heart. A first i'm
preston alienated all the young girls Of
her own age-but then she was so good,
80 aimable, 80 amusing, that llhey ap-
proachsd, then listened, and then loved
her. Now, indeed, our little one was
happy.
One day Mr.. Moore went home in a
violent passion, and became in conse-
quence of some trifiiDg prevarication,
highly incensed against his wife. Their
domestic felicity was troubled for eight
long days-for eight long days Mrs.
Moore was continually crying. Rosan-
ma In vain racked her young brains to
discover why ; but her father still con-
tinued angry, and her mother was con.
tinually weeping. At last she reflected |
In her mind how to reconcile them.
They were all three seated In the par
lor-Mr. Moore was arranging the fire
when this was concluded, he threw the |
toDgs from him, snatched book from |
the mantel, and opened it abruptly !; but
after moments perusai, he closed 1t |
again, In violent humor, cast fierce |
glance at bis trembling wife, and hur-
riedly rose from his chair.
ROsanna, deeply moved, clasped her
arms about his neck, as be W o. about TO
rise, and affeetionately caressed him.
He could moi reject her innocent coaxinQ
and the little girl, thinking she had sue
ceeded in touching bis heart, took In her
hands the moistened handkerchief
her mother had been drying
her weeping eyes, and dried them o sec
ond time herewith she then tenderly
her mother, who returned ner
affec ionate caress with all a mothers
ondness.
The parties being now favorably dis
posed, naught remained but to establish
peace. This was no easy matter--neith-
'r would make the first overture-and
without the penetration of little Rose,
generalization would not have then
AIKEN place,
She took her fathers hand between
Ter own little hands, and pressed IL to
ler bosom; she then took her mother's
land, and Joined 1t to her fathers, a. 1t
ay near her heart. Human pride could
esist no longer--the alisnated parents
ose at the same moment and cordially
mbraced each other.
From that hour Rose was the idol Of
hem both.
Six years after this, Rosanna, the ugly
iosanna, was the ornament Of every So
iety to which her mother presented her.
Amiable, witty and observing, her con-
ersation was universally coufted.
One summer evening, the sun, which,
nring the day, had shed over nature an
ntense heat, had just disappeared, leav-
ng the horizon covered with long wide
ands Of red-clouds more and more
ark were heaping themselves on the
astern sky-the atmosphere was sufFo-
ating, and one would deem the earth
'as returning to The sun the heat she
ad been receiving from the latter dur
% the day. ALI was heavy and weary
1.-The air inhaled seem rather TO suffocate
ian nonrish. A drowsy languor over
anne every one.
In saloon, whose every window was
,rown open, might be seen gliding here
nd there in the darkened light, groups ,
young females, whose white dresses,
lightly agitated by the rising breese of
le evening, offered something myster-
'us and p0etical whereon the imaginx-
on loved to dwell. A low, languishing
hisper was then heard, like the so0th-
10 mnrmur of anme diat rant rivuiot