Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1896-03-09
THE MIRROR.

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put all the inmates TO death with the
most frightful fortunes.
Now for the secret of this extraor-
binary caprice The queen was dread
fully ugly, and she did not wish to be
exposed to the risk of meeting her own
image, and knowing herself to be hide
Gus it was a consolation to know that
other women at least could not see that
they were pretty.
You may imagine that the young girls
of the country were not at all satisfied.
What was the use of being beautiful II
you could not admire yourselfg
They might have used the brooks and
lakes for mirrors. but the queen had
foreseen that and had hidden all of them
under closely joined fiagstones. Water
was drawn from wells so deep that 1T
was impossible TO see the liquid surface,
and shallow basins must be used instead
of buckets. because in the latter there
might be reflections
Such a dismal state Of affairs, es-
pecially for the pretty coquettes, who
were no more rare in this country than
in others
The queen had no compassion, being
we'll content that her subjects should
suffer as much annoyance from the lack
of mirror as she felt at the sight of
one.
However, in a suburb of the city there
lived young girl called Jacinta, who
was a little better off than the rest,
thanks to her sweetheart, Valentin. For
if some one thinks you are beautiful and
loses no chance to tell you so he is al
most as good as mirror.
"Tell me the truth, !" she would say.
"What is the color of my eyes?"
"They are like dewy forgetmenots. +"
"And my skin is not quite black?'
"You know that your forehead IS
whittier than freshly fallen snow, and
your cheeks are like blush roses. I"
"How about my lips?'
"Cherries are pale beside them"
"And my teeth, if you please?"
"Grains of rice are not as white. "
"But my ears-should be ashamed
of them?"
eyes, if you would be ashamed of
two little pink shells among your pretty
curls.
And SO on endlessly, she delighted,
he still more charmed, for his words
came from the depth of his heart, and
she had the pleasure of hearing herself
praised, he the delight Of seeing her. So
their love grew more deep and tender
every hour, and the day that he asked
her to marry him she blushed certainly,
but it was not with anger. But, I'M
luckily, the news of their happiness
reached the wicked queen, whose only
pleasure was to torment others, and
Jacinta more than any one else, on ac-
count of her beauty.
A little while before the marriage
Jacinta was walking in the orchard one
evening when an old crone approached,
asking for aims, but suddenly jumped
back with a shrek as if she had stepped
ON toad, crying, Heavens, what do
see?''
"What is the matter, my good WON
an? What is it you see? Tell me. -
1.-The ugliest creature ever beheld. =
"Then You are not looking at me,
said Jacinta, with innocent vanity.
"Alas yes, my poor child, it is you.
I have been a long time on this earth,
but never have met any one SO hideous
as youp'
what Am l ugly?"
"A hundred times uglier than can
tell you.
but my eyes
"They are sort Of dirty gray. But
that would be nothing if you had not
such an outrageous squint''
my complexion''-
cit looks as if you had rubbed coal
dust on your forehead and cheeks. y
my mouth
sit is pale and withered, like faded
flower .
"My teeth
IF the beauty Of teeth is to be large
and yellow, l never saw any so beauti.
full as yours. =
but, at least, my ears
''They are so big, so red and so mis-
shapen under your coarse elf locks that
they are revolving. am not pretty my
self, but should die of shame if mine
were like them. After this last blow
the old witch. having repeated what tbs
queen had taught her, hobbled of, with
harsh croak of laughter, leaving poo
Jacinta dissolved in tears, prone on the
ground beneath the apple trees.
Nothing could divert her mind from
her grief II am ugly am ugly r she
repeated constantly. 1t was in vain that
Valentin assured and treasured her with
the most solemn oaths
LET me alone You are lying ont Of
| pity. l understand it all now. You new
or loved me- You are only sorry for me.
The beggar woman had no interest il
deceiving me. It is only too true-I an
ugly. ! do not see how you can endure
the sight Of me. >
To undeceive her he brought peopl.
from far and near. Every man declared
that Jacinta was created to delight ths
eyes Even the women said as much
though they were less enthusiastic. Blu
the poor child persisted in her conyictioE