The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1897-05-27
o. A PEACEMAKER.

-, she was an only child, ana very ugly
eco to bed, Rosanna."
Tromblingly the little girl approached
her mother to give her the kiss Of good
night.
" Ills useless, you little monster, F." SAID
her mother.
A tear rolled from the little ones eye
She hastily wiped it away, and turning tc
her father presented him the yet humid
cheek.
He kissed her tenderly.
Retiring to her chamber, she commenced
embrolderlng scarf ,sand worked thus part
of the night, for she desired to be able to
present 1t to her mother when she rose In
the morning.
On the morrow Rose presented tho scarf
to her another. What was the pain tho lit.
tie one experienced when her mother re.
ceiyed 1t coldly, and expressed none Of
those tender sentiments which were to
have been the sweet little ones reward
Her eyes by chance glanced over to a
neighboring mirror.
eyes, she said internally, 81 am ugly.
They are right" and sho sought in her
young head to find remedy for ugliness.
And then in the world new pangs
wounded the little ugly ones heart. A
first impression alieDated oil the young
girls Of her own age. But then she was so
good, so amiable that they approached,
then listened and then loved her. Now,
indeed, our little one was happy.
One day Mr., Moore went home In vio-
lent passion and became, in consequence Of
some trifiing prevarioation, highly inoensed
npatnct HE xutfn That, to "a 81,
was troubled for eight long days; for eight
long days Mrs. Moore was continually cry
ing. Rosanna In vain rackod her young
brains to discover why, but her father still
continued angry, and her mother was still
continually weeping. At last she reflected
in her mind how TO reconcile them.
They were all three seated In the parlor.
Mr.. Moore was arranging the fire. When
this was concluded, he threw the tongs
from him, snatohed book from the man
tel and opened it abruptly. But after a
moments perusal he closed 1t again In q
violent humor, cast fierce glance at his
trembling wife and hurriedly rose from
his chair.
Rosanna, deeply moved, clasped her arms
about his neck as he was about to rise, and
affeotienately caressed him. He could not
reject her innocent coaytng, and the little
girl, thinking she had succeeded in touch
ing his heart, took in her hands tho mois-
tened handkerchief wherewith her mother
had been drying her weeping eyes and dried
them a second time herewith; she then
tenderly embraced her mother, who return.
cd her affectionata caress with all moth
er's fondnoss
The parties being now favorably dis
posed, naught remained but to establish
the peace This was no easy matter; nci
ther would make the FIRST overture, and
without the penetration Of little Rose tho
reconciliation would not have taken place.
She took her fathers hand between her
own little hands and pressed it to her
BOSOM she then took her mothers hand
and Joined it to her fathers as it lay near
her heart. Human pride could not resist
longer-the alienated parents rose at tho
same moment and cordially embraced each
other.
From that hour Rose was the idol OF
them both.
Six years after this Rosanna-the ugly
Rosanna-was the ornament Of every So
ciety to which her mother presented her.
Amiable, witty and observing, her CONVEX
sation was universally courted.
Ono summer evening the sun, which
during tho day had shed over nature an
intense heat, had just disappeared, lcav.
ing the horizon covered with long, wide
bands of red; clouds more and more dark
were heaping themselves on the eastern
Sky; the atmosphere wus suffooating, and
ono would deem the earth Was returning
to the sun the heat she had been receiving
from the latter during the day. All was
heavy and weary-the air inhaled seemed
rather to suffocate than nourish A drowsy
ianguor ovcrcame every one.
In salon, whose every window was
thrown open, might be seen gliding here
and there in the darkened light groups of
young females, whose white dresses, slight
~ ngitatod by the rising breeze Of the even
Ing, offered something mysterious and po-
etical, wheroon tho imagination loved TO
dwell A low, languishing whisper was
then heard, like the soothing murmur of
como distant rlvulet A young woman,
seated before piano, was expressing her
hearts sentiments by an extempore mel.
ody, now smooth and tender, now deep and
No moro whispering, but a general 81
enco took place, for hers was celestial
seraph's song.
Lord Underwood, u fine, blue eyed YOUNG
noblcman, was 80 deeply touched by the
melody that his frame seemed agitated by
l nomontary CONFUSION. He listened to
jhe angels voice, go softly harmoniaing
With the sweet tones of tho instrument,
md felt m indescribable sensation thrill
through his frame.
The music ceased, but the sweet voice
IT'LL vibrated on Underwood's ear, and
here was charm in her witty and orig
nal tritle to which he listened that trans
lxed him where no stood
How beautiful must that young girl
'e, thought Underwood "Happy tho
nan on whom may fall her choice" and
10 individually sighed.
Suddenly lights were brought In. The
Dung woman was the ugly Rosanna.
Lord Underwood was stupefed he
loSed his eyes, but the memory Of that
oice haunted his memory. He gazed on
Ter second time and he found her less
Igly-and Rose was indeed less ugly. The
eautics Of her mind seemed transferred to |
Ter person, and her gray eyes, small as
hey were, expressed, wonderfully well,
er internal sensations.
Lord Underwood wooded Rosnnna, and |
ecamo tho happiest Of men IN the posses.
ion Of Che kindcst and most loving of |
'omen.
Beauty deserts us, but virtue and tai.
nts, the faithful companions Of our lives,
oC0mpany US even TO tho GraYe.-NeY