The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1872-11-28

''BOt," says I, for wanted to have
an excuse 10 be of the job, 'I would
MT do it under hundred pounds"
/ ''Oh"' says she, "then YOU shall
have hundred guineas.D
/ That was a temptation, mind you,
/ TO chap as wasn't much beforehand
in the world, and hadn't ever had so
much as ten pounds IN his pocket at
once all his life. But I was sorry
tOOk-the job after all.
! az must have my supper" I says
'first, and think about it.
'tRing, Amelie," she says to the
maid 'and order up a tray.n
And bang-up supper 1 had in q
little sitting room; chicken and
champagne, and what they call q
cure-Or-sO, out o. brown jug; but /
didn't think much o'that, and I'd
sooner call it kill-or-so, IL were
! giving it name, for eh it did make
my head sing above bit, and only
took about gill of it, to see what it
were like.
Well, when I'd done my supper, L
were taken into the young lady's
room, and began the job. l looked
it up bit by bit, washed it in spirits Of
wine, eOmbed it out hair by hair, and
so went on hour after hour. There
was nought for it but patience and
hard work. She seemed to doze bit,
the poor lass, ever and again; but
work as gently as 1 would, it must
have given her a deal of pain. She'd
sigh little now and then; and give
little soft moan sometimes, but eh
she bore it all-all her weariness and
for all tho Ia
that were in her eyes-she bore il like
an angel from heaven. The old wU-
men sat beside US for an hour, till she
got so sleepy she couldn't keep her
eyes open; and then she beckons to
the maid to come and sit in her place,
aud she goes off to her comfortable
bed, 1 suppose; and by-and-by the
maid goes fast asleep, and everything
seemed asleep but me and the lassie.
There wasn't sound but the wind
sOughing among the trees outside,
and the muTmur of the river falling
over the weir.
Well, the job went oil, and still the
lassie seemed to grow weaker and
weaker, and big awful fear came in
to my throat. She was dying under
my hands.
Conscience says to me-"JOshua :"
says she, "yOur're killing that nice
fine young gal-you're killing her for
hundred guineas."
'HOld thy tongue" l says. "Ips
no such thing. It's her mothers do
ing" says 1. "If she be her mother,
her breasts are as hard as adamant."
But it we're no use. Conscience has
me again. Joshua" she says, f'it's
you who are killing the poor lassie.
IfyOu were not at the job, they could get
nobody else to do it; JOshuaI throw
thy comb and scissors into the fire."
"And doomed if don't, too % says
/, quite sudden-like, and I pitched my
things into the fireplace with a clat-
ter as thought'd wake up the maid,
but she slept too sound. ''There goes
hundred guineas,n says I. But now
you should ha' seen the look as crept
over lassie's face when she saw what
1 were about. Her great eyes softened
and filled with tears, and she put out
a little white hand out of the wraps,
and l took it in mine, and says 1:
'My dear, do yOH care so much
about your hair, that you'd lose the
beautiful life God Almighty's given
you, and the sweet, bright days that
may follow?"
"Oh /" but she says, "motherv
"Mother be-!' Eh! Pm fear
ed said bad word there. "Do you
care ~ says 1; aye, just like that-"do
you care ?'' says /.
She shook her head. Well, 1 picked
up my scissors again, and in a jiffy
all the beautiful hair was lying on the
floor, and the poor head was dressed
with soft dressing, and I'd awake
the maid, and had her missis put to
bed, right and tight, and then / gave
her a kiss-yes, I did. /, Joshua
Creecher, kissed the lady Felicia Fe-
lixtowe; aye, and I says, God bless
her, as if I'd been her father.
And she called me, as I was going
away, and she says, in a little whis-
per, ''Pve got no money; take the
hair.u
staircase, hs without TS an EhHy hHyb66dfy b6df hearing
us; and 1 went right over hill and
dale, as tired and happy as a man
could be. But / were sorry about the
hundred guineas too.
Well, it was about six months af-
ter that, a tall, nice-lOOking young
chap came into my shop, and says he:
"Creecher," says he, "have you
got q nice plait of hair, real golden
hair, as you could sell TO a lady as is
going to Court ?'
So, says I. "Well, no." for L never
meant to sell the hair the young lady
gave me, never!
"Well, but" says he, "you haven't
sold it, have your"
"What business is it of yours ?"
says 1.
. my DEAR" says he, running out to
the carriage, "it's gone :"
"0h, Creecher! how could you ~
she says, looking out of tie window,
a little put out, but so sweet too, bless
her pretty face Ay, it was Lady
Felicia herself, as bOnny as fairy
"Why, your ladyshipW says l.
"Well, Pm pleased tC see you. Bless
YOU I've kept your hair for you, my
dear, and I've done it up in the most
beautiful way. Come in, my lord"
says /. "Oh, Pm not a lord" says
he; Ppm only plain Jack Thompson,
of the Holt" and says he, "Creech-
er, owe her to you, my boy"
''Why, how's that" says L.
Says he: 1.-THE Duke of DovercOurt
were WIN " udNC uGIY anu JuCJ soy
he'd asked Lord Cromer, her father,
for her the very night she was burn
ed but when he heard she'd lost her
hair, and was likely to be disfigured,
he cried off, else they'd have forced
her into it; but then stepped in and
carried her away"
cay" says 1, "and much joy L
wish you, Colonel Thompson, D." says /;
"and hope you'll accept this hair, sir,
as a wedding present"
"AIl right?'' he says, "Creecher;"
but he left bit of paper on my cOun-
ter. It was q check for-a huncired
So 1 didn't lose by the job after all.
And the carriage comes for me every
fortnight, to take me to the Holt, to
do the hair of the young people there;
but they come so fast that say they'll
OVermaster me.