Connecticut western news., 1893-11-30
A NANKEEN JACKET.

for yellow.
 confess that adore it, notwithstand- ing that have good reason to detest it. Truly, human nature is bundle of con- tradictions
 love yellow because of certain epi- sode in my life which occurred when I was but years of. age. I love nankeen above all on account of jacket of that material which played in that episode an important part.
 Our school, which had been placed un- der the patronage of St. Elizabeth, was mixed one-that is to say, up to the age of 10 years boys and girls worked and played together. In spite of occa- sional quarrels the system, on the whole, worked very well.
 had not been eight days at St. Eliza beth's before fell in love. Do not laugh. loved with all the strength of my child nature, with a love disinterested, simple, sincere.
 It was Georgette whom I loved, but, alas, Georgette did not love me.
 How much I suffered in consequence. I used to hide myself in corners, shedding many tears and racking my brains to find some means of pleasing the obdurate fair one. Labor in vain, thankless task, at 8 years of age or at 90.
 To distinguish myself in my studies, to win by my exemplary conduct the en- comiums of the sisters Dulorre-all this made no impression upon cruel Georg- cite. She made no secret of her prefer ence for dull, idle, clustering fellow, g years old, who won all the races. who could fling ball farther than any one else, carry two huge dictionaries under his arm and administer terrible thumps.
 This hero was rightly nicknamed Met a-Mort.
 T knew what his blows were like, hay ing been the involuntary recipient of some of them. Some do, ]. say? I had received more than dilatory donkey on the road to the fair!
 And Georgette had only laughedi
 Obviously it was absurd to think of employing physical force against my re- doubtable rival, and Intellectual superi- ority in this case availed me nothing. I determined therefore to annihilate Meta Mort by my overpowering magnifcence.
 Naturally our parents did not send us to school attired in our best clothes. On the contrary, most of us wore there our oldest and shabbiest garments. Conse- quently opined that it would be no diff fcult achievement to outshine all my schoolfellows.
 l should have to coax my parents into loosening their purse strings and get them to buy me a beautiful new jacket It took me very long time to decide what color this jacket should be. I men, |. tally reviewed all the colors of the rain- bow. Red tempted me, but I doubted whether jacket of that color would be attainable. Should it be blue, green, indigo, violet? No! Not one of those colors was sufficiently striking. I paused at yellow. That might do It is rich color; there is something sumptuous and royal about it. Summer was approaching. Idecided finally upon a yellow jacket of nankeen. Without delay I set to work on my school garments. It was work of de- struction, for wanted to make them appear as disreputable as possible. I slyly enlarged the holes, wrenched off | the buttons and decorated my person lavishly with spots and stains of all | kinds.
 In what I judged to be an opportune | moment timidly expressed my desire. l I had to do more, much more than that, before could obtain my will. I begged, stormed. grumbled, sulked. l became almost ill with hope deferred. At length, for the sake of peace, my parents granted my eccentric wish. | It was proud moment for me when for the first time I arrayed myself in that resplendent nankeen jacket won at the cost of so many struggles. Standing before the mirror surveyed myself ad- miringly for full hour. was grand superb! :.
 s'Ah, my Lord Met-a-Mort, you will find yourself busted at lastl My shining jacket will soon snatch from you the prestige acquired by your stupid, brute force. Georgette,. astonished, fascinated dazzled and delighted, will run toward me, for I shall now be the handsomest
 boy in the school. Met-a-Mo will weeI for chagrin, as I have so often wept fol
 jealousy and modification"
 Alas, for my rose colored anticipa
 tiOns! l was greeted with a broadsidt
 of laughter. Even our gentle mistress
 Ermance Dulorre, could not repress
 smile, and above all other voices heard
 that of Georgette, who cried mirthfully
 "Oh, look at him! Look at him! H.
 is a canary birdr'
 The word was caught up instantly
 All the scholars shouted in chorus: HI,
 is canaryl A canaryr'
 Words fail to describe my bitter dis
 appointment, my burning shame ant
 chagrin. saw my folly now. But i
 was too late-the awful deed was done
 Worse than all, in order to obtain thi
 now odious jacket had spoiled all m,
 other jackets and had nothing else t
 wearl When on the evening of tha
 most miserable day I told my trouble
 to my father and mother, they were
 merely amused and said to me:
 Ut is entirely your own fault. You
 insisted on having the jacket, and now
 you must put up with itP' Thus I was condemned to the per , petual wearing of my yellow jacket l which entailed upon me no end of petty miseries.
 ] Every day at>school I was jeered a
 and insulted. Even the babies of thre'
 years-sweet, blue eyed, golden haired . cherubs-pointed at me with their tin. 6ngera end lisped: "Canaryl Canaryp