Ypsilanti sentinel. [volume] (Ypsilanti, Washtenaw Co., Mich.) 1843-1900, 1846-09-30
From Godey's Lady's Book.
GOING INTO THE COUNTRY CURES BALD
BIZ MRS. C. NJ. KIRKLAND.

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"WHAr can be the reason of my hairs falling out
in this wayr' was Mr.. Greeneaf' exclamation, ad
dressed, perhaps, to his image in the looking glass
for there was no other conversible person in the
room. SIT must be want of exercise, or strong cot
fee-or, perhaps, anthracite coal. must consult a
physician!'
MIR. Grenneaf omitted to mention forty five years
no uncommon cause of badness, and one, unfortu-
natey, upon which it is vain to call in medical aid.
He looked at the increasing forehead, passed his fin
gers earfully spot the crown where there
ominous smoothness, and then seated him
self with sigh in his great armchair before the
fire.
What were his reflections as he sat gazing at the
crate must be gathered from circumstances. His
countenance wore for some time air o. great So
lemnity, not to say moodiness. Ever and anon his
hand wandered as unconsciously, to the fatal spot,
and then descended caressingly upon the ample whs
kers below. Now his face would brighten little,
then again looked if all his stock was below par
At length he seemed to to sudden resolution,
and ringing for his servant he made very careful
toilet and sailed forth.
Behold him next Sc ated in the parlor of Mrs. Ar
mour, widow lady ofcomely appearance, who lodg-
ed not very far from Mr. Greenleaf's. This lady was
one of those who always board out, know everybody
are invited everywhere, and maintain handsome ap-
pearance upon very moderate means. She always
treated Mr.. Greenleaf with the consideration due to
particular friend, consulted him in any little emer-
gency such as widow ladies subject to, and defer
red to his better judgment with grace which show
ed her good sCnse and her high appreciation
of his wisdom. Mrs. Armour stood we'll IN the good
graces of Mr. Greeneaf and he bad had some secret
thoughts that if she little younger she would
make a very agreeable Mrs. Greenleaf. Perhaps he
might have forgotten even this objection so formula
BILE to bachelors of certain age fit had not been for
the Questionable suggestions ofhs housekeeper' who
being also widow felt it her duty to keep him from
making fool of himself.
9Mrs Armour" she would observe, as she riased
Mr. Greenleafs cup and poured out his tea with just
the proper inclination of the tall silver teapot-"Mrs
Armour is nice old lady. Pity she's little hard
of hearingr'
sOld. hard of hearing!" said Mr.. Greenleaf, in
tonishment when these ideas were first SUGGESTED
by careful Mrs. Wilson. "Im sure she dresses as
Young as anybody, and hasn't gray hair in her
head; and as to deafness, she always hears what l
say"
eyes, poor thing. Mrs. Wilson would reply, with
an air of commsseration, she tries to make the best
of it. AS to dressing, she very wise; and hair, you
know, is to be bought anywhere But wonder you
have never observed her deafness! Mrs. Byng told
me that only the other day she had repeatedly asked
Mrs. Armour whether she had any children: and new
er yet could get answer"
HHump said AR. Greenleaf, thinking to himself
eel fancy you are little spiteful, Mrs. Wilson,"
So on this occasion he went with peculiar mean
ing to nav visit to the fair widow, whose bright
ewes. brown curIs and quick-enough ears had been
thus traduced. Whether the visit had any immedi-
ate connection with the sense of growing badness
we do not pretend to determine.
Mrs. Armour was charmngly dressed, and seated
at her little workable engaged in some lady-ike
emnovment. She received Mr.. Greenleaf most gra- |
ciousIy, and wheeled an easy chair round for him so
near her own that thescene become at once almost |
.Iarminplv cozy Mr.. Greenleaf felt little fright
ened. 1t looked if she had OWNED his thoughts,
since in these days of Mesmerc revelations one new
er knows when one Is safe. He edged back little,
for he felt that it would be poor tactics to remain
voluntarily close within range of the enemy's fire.
.sToo warm, Mr.. Greenleafr' said Mrs. Armour,
and she reached him screen, with the prettiest little
hand In the world.
ayes, rather-rather warm,' said the embarrassed
bachelor, looking down upon the screen. sis this
a specimen of your skill, Mrs. Armour
"a long time agom sig hed the fair widow.
aNot pery long, think" said Mr. Greenleaf, gall
antly pIucking up courage as danger thickened.
.Ah, yes-agesr' said the lady, as ladies' will.
Here came a pause. when Mr.. Greenleaf had
nothng particular to say, he could be very agreeable
,ut now his tongue Glove to the roof Of hs mouth
drs. Armour kindly relieved him. /