Fisherman & farmer. [volume] (Edenton, N.C.) 1887-19??, 1891-09-18
WORTH WINS THE DAY.
BY EMMA C. GOODWIN.

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Plain looking, Enthusiastically so, even
my nearest friends could not call me
beautiful; why couldn't Nature have
been more kind when she touched me
with her magic wanda There is Emma
Worthlngton-she seems to possess every
thing, beauty, wealth, accomplishments
while I-Oh, dear me, | don't seem to
have anything, have to work, and man
age, and economic, to keep things in
any sort of order. My dresses cannot be
pretty and fresh like the other girls, but
l. just have to urn them, and make them
over as best can. Then l have no time
to improve my mind as should like. No
wonder he doesn't care for my society, |
am so plain and unattractive; handsome,
educated young man that he is" So
solllOquized Cora Shattuck.
She had been looking in her mirror,
and the reflection brought back a face
bright with the perfect hue of health,
but even as she had said, not beautiful.
It was framed in a mass of dark red
hair, and seldom do novelists rave over
the beauty of the red-haired girl. Her
prominent nose ended in a pug. Her
mouth, though firm, resolute, and merry,
was large and irregularly shaped, and
the contour of her whole face was
marked by lack Of symmetrical propor-
ton. One redeeming feature displayed
itself, however. ANY one observing her
closely would be struck by the fine eyes,
which ut up face otherwise plain, and
seemed at times when the soul revealed
itself through them, to transform her
whole being into something beautiful.
They were of the rich, liquid hazel some
times to be found in combination with
hair of her color. She never viewed her
form, either, with anything like self
complacency. She Was short, and rather
too plump, with a waist that certainly
could not be termed slender. and she did
SO much admire tall, graceful people,
Why shouldn't she? Do not people
usually like their opposites2
''1es," and the soliloquy continued,
81 just feel hateful tonight. I don't
believe anybody will ever care for me.
In fact, don't want any one to but just
him, and know he won't. Why was I
created so unprepossessing, and yet with
heart. And he did pay some attention
to me. agree with Shakespeare that
Men were deceivers ever.
One loot on Sea, and one on land.
10 one thing constant never
Oh! there is the clock striking six, and
father will be here in moment. Unjust
rush downstairs and see how the supper
is getting along, for know he cannot
bear to have things late. Dear old father!
1 must not let him see me with this
scowly face. Who was it, Shakespeare
or some one else, q must look that up)
who said, Love IS all a woman's life,
but only half of man's5' I must say I
hardly concur with the poet in that
thought. | believe that life consists in
more, lDtinitel y more, than the love Of
my man, and-Begone, ye foolish,
wicked replnings, prove this by your own
life-by making the everyday life di-
VINE"
Cora hurries into the kitchen where
the kettle bubbling over with merriment
seemed to understand that tinge of dis
content has touched the usually light
hearted girl, and it sings to her little
song of happiness. Looking into the
oven, she finds her rolls raised in light,
SNOWY puuS 4ueu the n1mDle-1OOCeQ
girl hastes to the dining room, and with
the agile hands of one accustomed to her
work, deity spreads the supper table.
She has just finished when she espies her
father opening the gate, and her swift
feet soon carry her to his side.
GLOW are you, father dear2" and the
face is uplifted for the customary kiss.
pretty well, little daughter, but feel
ing rather tired tonight" The father
has not been we'll for some time, and his
face looks grave and careworn.
Gwen have you rested in short
time. Supper is ready, and the boys
promised to be here about this time.
There they are now"
Mr.. Shattuck had formerly resided in
New York, where he had many wealthy
connections. He himself, however, had
been thrown upon his own resources
While young, but had never been sue
cesstul, lacking the perseverance, tact,
and indomitable energy necessary to at
1alnment of prosperity as business man.
len years before our story opens he had
become bookkeeper in one of the princi-
Pal stores of SpraYville. which position