Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1873-01-02

Well the job went on, and still a. il
went on tho laseie seemed to grow weaker
and weaker, and then big awful fear
came into my throat She wat dying un-
der my hands.
Conscience says to me Joshua |" says
she " you're killing that uios fine young
sal-you're killing Ter for hundred
guineas." "Hold thy tongue" 1says;"
aits no such thing, lis her mothers do.
ings," says l. "If she be her mother,
her breasts are as hard a. adamant." But
t were no uso. Conscience was at me
again. ~JoshuaW she says, "it's you
who are killing tho poor lassie. If you
were not at tho job they could get no one
else to doit. Joshua, throw thy comb and
scissors into the fire."
"A'm doomed if l don't, too!" says I,
quite sudden.like, and pitches my things
into the fire with clatter, as l thought,
to wake up tho maid, but she slert TOO
sound. "There goes = hundred guineas;' y
says l. But now you should have seen
the look that came over the lassie's face
when she saw what lwere about. Her
great eyes Softened.Gnd filled with tears,
and she put out q little white hand out Of
the wraps, and ! took il in mine, and says
!, my dear, do you care 20 much about
your hair that you'd loose the beautiful
life God Almighty has given you, and the
sweet bright days that may follow p
"Oh!" but she says, " mother"
smother be-! Eh, Pm afeared I
said bad word there. Do you cares" says
l, just like that.
And she shook her head. Well, I pick
ed up my scissors again, and in jihy all
tie beautiful hair was lying On the floor ;
and the toor head was dressed with a soitt
dressing, and walked the maid and had
her mistress put to bed, right and tight,
and then gave her = kiss yes BY,
did. IJoshua Creecher, kissed the lady
Felicia Felixstow, ay, and I says, God
bless her, as if I'd been her father. And
she called me Us was going away, and
she says in little whisper:
"pve got no money; take the hair"
The maid let me out BY the back stair.
case without anybody hearing Us; and
away went right over hill and dale, a.
tired and as happy a. man could be-.
But was sorry about tho hundred
guineas too.
at were about six months after that, a
tall nice-looking chap came into my shop,
and says he, Creecher;" says he, have
you got q MICS plat of hair, real golden
hair, as you could soil a lady Is is going
to court ?"
So says l-"Well, no." for 1 never
meant to sell the hair as the young lady
gavo me.
..well, but" +, says he, "you haven't sold
It, have your"
What business is it Of yoursP' says l.
my DEAR" says hs, running out to the
carriage, it's gonew
20, Crsecher, how could you?" she
says, looking out OF the window, little
bit put out, but 50 sweet, too, bless her
psetty face! Ay, it was the Lady Felicia
herself, as bonny as a fairy!
"Why, your 1adyship p says I. Well,
Pm pleased TO see you. Bless you! pve
kept your hair for you, my dear, and pve
done it all up in the most beautiful way.
Come in, my lord" says I.
"Oh, Pm not lord" says he; Pm
only plain Jack Thompson, Of the Holt
and ." says be-" Creecher, l owe her to
you, my boy"
~Why, bow's that ?" saysI
Says he" The Dock of Dovercourt
were wild to have her, and they say he'd
asked Lord Cromer, her father, the very
night she was burned but when he hear
che had lost her hair, and was likely to be
dis6gured, he cried of, else they'd have
forced her into II hut then I atanned in
and carried her away"
"Ay," says hs: "snd much joy wish
you Colonel Thompson" says l; and "hope
you will accept this hair as wedding
present"
"All right, Creecher;" he says; but be
left a bit Of paper on my counter. II
was check for one hundred guineaa
tho &c oarrass come. for for svssy fortnight
to take me to the Holt 70 do the hair oi
the young people there; but they'll
Overmaster me.