Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1894-04-06

1 had only two alternatives-either to
faint away or burst into convulsive sobs.
chose the latter.
"Mamma, mamma, he has glass eye!
Good heavens, Is it possible? How horri-
blel shall never console myself shall
die of grief"
"Calm yourself, my child, calm your
self. 1t is ridiculous to put yourself in
such state. This gentleman has deceived
us, that is all. l always thought he had
rather a queer expression"
Mamma had risen, and was sobbing
on her breast.
''Why did he not tell me9 I, who had
avowed all my own defects-the nail, tho
wisdom tooth and the anger-all, every
thing! Dear me, how unhappy am! And
only last evening he had said You are the
joy of my eyes, He should have said, You
are the joy of my eye.' All, it is dreadful,
DREADFUL
"Come, quiet down. Don't cry like that
] tell you it is ridiculous Think no more
about it. Try to calm yourself. How un-
fortunate it is that things have gone so
fart Only eight days before the wedding
and everything ready! Well, it is a good
thing we found it out in time"
hardly listened One question burned
in my throat.
"He has another eye to change with,
mamma, and this one which he has used
Is probably put in water to COOL"
Mamma VS. horribly worried. knew
nothing wha yer about it. have never
known any che intimately who had glass
eye and do not care to know how they man
age.
She continues little monologue all to
herself: ut is pleasant All this trous-
seau, marked with V. We never will
find the same initial again, and my hus-
band will listen to no one else. He was
charmed with this gentleman at first sight.
The references were perfect. The Jesuit
fathers, his colonel and every one. That
is 30 like man-one can never count on
them. A pretty discovery indeed! l al
ways thought there was something ex
traordinary pbout him. The individual
never pleased me, and was quite right.
had raised my head. The vision of the
glass eye gazing at me from the depths Of
the wash basin still troubled me profound
ly. But another vision came also to my
memory.
saw again my fiance, so good, so ten
der heard once again all our prospects
for the future, all our plans made together
and suddenly 1t seemed to me to be last
evening, and a rain of kisses was falling
on my hair. had not told mamma about
these kisses, but felt that loved Raoul
with his one eye, and that nothing would
induce me to give him up. All my cour-
age came back to me.
"Mamma, am sure he lost that eye in
some honorable, magnificent way. 1t isl
wound of which he should be proud-in
saving some one perhaps from a fire, in
sacrificing himself, it is certain-he is so
good, he has such noble sentiments.
quite understand he would dislike confess
ing it,"
"What do you say? Are you quite era
zy? Do you think am going to allow you
to marry this man with such an inflrmity2
You, beautiful as you are and only II, and
with your fortune toop No, thousand
times no, my child Do not forge yourself
romance of devotion and sacriice-it Is
perfectly useless. Twill never consent to
your marriage with a man with one eye.
Should he lose the other, he would be quite
blind, and how agreeable that would bep'
"But, mamma, l will be his faithful dog.
will lead him, Twill take care of him and
will love him in spite of his infirmity, in
spite of everything which interferes to sep
arate u.s."
was in an extraordinary state of exal-
tation. My sobs began again harder than
ever and did not promise soon to stop,
when Justine re-entered the room, her hon
est face showing every expression of as
constituent and stupefaction.
1T isn't possible that mademoiselle can
put herself in such state because M. de
Valente has forgotten his eye. At all
events, he can buy another il he needs It
before this evening, and he won't throw
himself in the river because he hasn't that
thing in his face"
And Justine showed me, hanging deli
cately at the end Of her fingers, Raoul' 8
monocle that knew SO well, with its round
glass encircied with tortoise shell, which
seemed to M for the moment like lumi-
nous halo. My emotion forbade my speak
ing. Mamma, however, went quickly to-
ward Justine.
"Is that what you call glass eye, JUS
tinep'
Certainly, madame. It seems to me
that's the name for it. In any case it
doesn' suit N. Raoul, and mademoiselle
would do well TO give him spectacles when
they are married. 1t Is strange that men
of the present day think 1t pretty to look
with one eye-like that. It must be very
difficult to keep 1t In place. Ishould never
know how" And Justine, with com
ical grimace, stretching her mouth and
turning I'M her nose tried to Introduce tho
monocle underneath her right eyebrow. |
could contain myself no longer. My tears
and sobs turned to idiotic laughter, l was
SO content-so happy!
1t Is now 25 years since all that happen
ed.
Raoul has been an excellent husband,
quite as uncomfortable as that order of indi-
viduals always is. He has worn spectacles
now for long time, and when he wishes
to see anything looks with his two eyes.
The monocle is buried in a bureau drawer.
keep it as relic OF tears and laughter
and shall will it to my grandchildren it
God gives me any. My daughters are en-
gagged, and have already told them that
the alleys of the park are cold and damp
in the evening. Each one has his turn in
this world. Life passes, and very soon
there will be nothing left Of our household
but my fiance's glass eye.-Translated
From the French For Short Stories.
The Tropical Nose.
DIR. William G. Braislin shows that In
negroes the nasal canals are wider, short
er and less deep than in other races, and
tharabv loco prOtaction ia uffOrdad tina