Fayette County herald. [volume] (Washington [Washington Court House], Fayette County, O. [Ohio]) 1860-1???, 1868-12-03
HARRY AsHToN's SIN.
q BIZ RUBY MORTIMER.


Albert Ashton stood leaning ov-
er his dressing table, with a scowl
on his forehead and a curling iron
in his hand. One of his glossy,
purple black ringlets, fresh from
the artistic hands of his hair dress
er, had takena notion to straighten
tself out in an audacious unbeeom-
ing way, ana this was what the
scowl and curling iron was for
The table was Uttered up like any
woman's. There were brushes and
combs, bottles OF hair oil and CO.
logne, scissors, pin cushions, and
a thousand little knick knacks es-
essential to the making up of q
fashionable toilet, but, as the adyer-
tisements have it, "too numerous
to be mentioned. :" A couple Of
dainty boxes, with French labels,
stood side by sideunder the elegant
little mirror. The covers were un-
screwed and half removed, and, if
one had been near enough to catch
a glimpse of their contents, they
might have taken a second suspi-
cious glance at the brilliant white
and red complexion Of the young
gentleman who stood there wind
Ing tlerefractory lock ofhair, about
the curling iron, al,, atsL
Sleigh no! Now for an hour
or two at Wits, and then an eve
ming with Edith ~ beautiful Edith" 1"
These were his thoughts, not his
words, as he laid down his curling
iron, and gave q finishing touch to
his hair, by smoothing il over with
his ieweled hand f ~taB .soa
"Charming Edith !" his thoughts
ran on, show the men envy me,
and what wouldn't some Of the
dear creatures give to stand in my
shoes" a p, ~" nd.
"Jupiter! what would Miss Edith
say to see me now?" he was soft
ehing down the rather hectic bril-
liancy Of one cheek with the cornol
of a dalnpened handkerchief "Con'
found it, what a daub; but, if she
doesn't come out once in a while
with more color than the Lord gaS'
her, then I'm mistaken. She don
think ! know it though, any Ror
than think She knows that an
by nature as sallow as an Eas
IndiPp, and as straight,haired as I
cat 4at' .4 NJ. ~
AT this period of his Thoughts
he, smiled a faint, sarcastic smile tc
himself, and gave a glance in hi
mirror. Oh! if that mirror coulS
have spoken, would it not hav
said:
Albert Ashton, you are a weak
vain fop of a fellow Your hear
is as false as your complexion-a
T hollow, and as twisted about, as tina
lock of hair you we're scowlin.
about. Perhaps, if Albert Ashton
, spiritual ear had been delicat
. enough to hear this sage sermon'h
; would have washed the roses fror
his cheeks, and Strengthened OF
his curling hair for very shame,=
AS It was, however, he only Dire
on his faultless- fitting gloves, holC
, ing up his small hands as he dds
before the, glass to admire the
a feminine whiteness and size, sat h
d hat stylishly over his curls, too
upnhis fashionable walking sticI
and, giving 1t a nonchalant twin
, sauntered doynI stairs into Il
street rt4 >qtq 7rsl ana
A little, thinly- clad figure, hol
ling to IFS bosom a bundle that hf
a human look, as if it might hal
been a baby, tluttered timidlyo'
from one of the, dark bE-streets,
he went along, and laid its hand
! his arm. 81 ist - i-l'l lJii
! A few pennies, sir My baby
starving"