The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1905-08-10

,.ua,. ths 4 % ,sd asis ~np.n bat. saa't
y, tsns. naa Il from sasaebody nj the
time. of riurse EVERYBODY taxed v ovsf''-
,,si her iAes vi. fnrtiec, that she wore
.lx. that her voice vas not 10 he eompa'ea
for ,~~etnsss 10 the noise your eaaa~
make, ~hsn he RIB, ssndpsr'r over The
rusty elesk. Ret, worse ihan mat nef
hand. snd feet NV dear fellow. have y"u
var uss,ryans,,he .uiden Telling of nsnsoa
hat horrible feeling cf internsi crsmp inst
aa,,e. eve, one when one SEES, nnsrpect-
edl,, 10 the bfosd daytime toe.n.t matter
whether ia summer OF winter, wbether
one. de- o. ofi oalai two fufr hsnds soo
mon.trou, feet stisched TO the BODY OF an
entire stranger, sho 10 womsu' Good
eas ,ven nov want 10 sh1ddef N't
th., 4 ever saw the woman myself, YOU un'
der,tspd I'm glsd didhI, Oar la'-
saudi, the q 10 and ugly woms' did t'h
yer thatf Bu' he description bad of her
at the time from somsn who had " from
| a man who had II from smother woman
was, TO ssy the lessi, vivid; dem'd vivid
where WAS II The womsr' o. ah yes
the woman. Well, my GS.f teller, that
vas the woman Arthur Toller, the fastidi-
ous Arthur roller, the man who once WAS
known 10 cay that mother who gave birth
to an ugly caid 'heu'd be punished by iA~
that was the w0m4n that this epicure
married Poor Arthur Folier! can't
help chortliu', although II amt the Kind OF
things one gdns at as q rule. Az least.
don't. But ther, | WAS always a bit oil
sentimentslis', don't y know. whstS on,
no; that's not the whole dem'd sRrcssm OF
the thing, nv dear fellow, On Lor, no.
by no means
Now, you'll hardly believe u, but he
married tbis--,his repulsive person, under
the impression that she WAS the most beau
tiful woman 10 the world. Impression, did
| saw Well, that's the wrong word.
ought to have said conviction. n conviction
nothing. no argument, could shake. GOOD
gsd, don't y know Before be married her
he used 10 ask his friends II they bad ever
seen a more lovely woman than Elizs, or
Elizabeth. or whatever her name wa hose
kind Of wom4u are generally E'izss or Eli
2 ,beths my memory for names Is not whst
Il used to be. At any rate, that's what he
us.d to ask 'em before the woman too, 80
| was told. Think OF T. Blind man there
ugly woman there, most likely with her
hands on blind mans shoulder; ffiend''
feeling dev'lish awkward, there. Some OF
em ssy they never have. Blind man
chuckls; ugly wcman squirms. Some OF
em gasp and hold on TO bits OF furniture
R,Ind man cbuckles to think Of the 'fifct
, her beauty has caused ugly woman wishes
abe was dead and friends, one and all, vow
e never to go there again.
As to the woman, she was honest enough
d to try and convince him as to her ugliness
n Il will say that for her. She even, so II
e was said, got her friends to come and tell
a him so. But he used to break out into
d great laueh-Arthur Toller's laugh was
laugh, nv dear feller, once heard, novel
II lforgottpn--and take the woman In his armi
U and tell her that he was pretty xood Iuogt
II Of beausy. thank you, and that, bliod as NJ
h WAS. he krey that he was marryin' wo
!, man whose beauty put the worlds nose ou'
a OF Joint.
T.. Poor DEVIL mean the woman. To bt
2 obliged to stand BY, as she was, pretty
y nearly every day, and see the looks OF pitl
y and horror 10 peope's eyes while her hus
ir hand rayed about ber face. Good CAD
n. don't,' know. But he loved her, so IT wa
ir said, and so he chucked society, chucke
K, his best friends, chucked everything, bt
ut cause she naturally wanted to get ava
and be quiet.
gs One day, not long ago, perhaps year
g. perhaps two--my memory for dates ID no
w what It used to be--somebody came acros
1 them living in beautiful place miles fror
on civilization, as happy as couple OF larks-
I'd he stlil blind, she still ugly. But to oil
he ahe was still the most beautiful womsn
ho the world, BY CAD!
as Wbst's become OF 'em now don't know
ss- Whether he recoy cred his sight and wei
he of bis bead when he sctuslly saw the W
bt. man he had married, don't know. II
,st bett,u' ia that he recovered his sight ar
70 went Of ti. head. That's the way Prov
led dence generally plays the e'ma, Aod
he shouldn't be at all surprised II the wom'
II, didn't commit suicide Those SOFT OF "
TO men generally do. But ! dou'E know
he don't really know.
nk But | know. Ard ifyou care to know,
of shall tell you. just to fbow you how III
he thu h there is In the things "they say
w. and that Providence doesn't always pl'
Ter the game 10 the way your bronchial frieI
len suggested.
s,s Some ten years after Arthur Toller ma
10. r,,d his nurse, and sbout nine years AT
ON they both disappeared from what we ee
Of erally call the world, found mvself IN u
nd peisbborhood OF heir beautiful plsce In u
I'd. country, miles from civilization. i foul
II. without hen knowing whose It was
md ouiet. rambling house. msuy-cornere
9TH many gabbled, covered warmly with Ivy
9th In which, itappeared to me, all the sps
~. row. in those parts had chosen to ms
,ch tn ir nets-four miles from q village, t
be- name Of which do not mean to give 20
In. There was an atmosphere OF rest Al
!, content about the pl,ce that seemed
,ur fos, over the terrace, over the well-cli
hat ped lawns, over the heads OF The sncie
the osts and be, ches, over the four'foot WI
be ~ faded brick-from oil the cracks OF Will
ur. the heads Of open-eysd green weeds peep
" curicusly out--iuto theysry road on wSi
ne stood.
" Inside those walls, Il seemed to me.
on. leaves vere greener sbd rus,isd less Y
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