Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1873-01-08
Ring, Amelia she said to the maid

hing, Amelia" she said to the maid
"and order up tray"
And bang-up supper | had in the lit
tie sitting room a chicken and chap
pagne, and what they call cure ,or-so
out of brown Jug; ] didn't think muci
OF that; and I'd sooner call it kill-or-so, il
were giving it a name, for eh ! 1t did
make my head sing above d bit, and
only took about gill of it to see what II
were ike.
Well, when I'd done my supper, were
taken into the young lady's room, and
began the job. took IL up bit by bit
washed it in spirits of wine, combed it out
hair by hair, and so ] went on from hour
by hour. There was nought but patience
and hard work. She seemed to doze a
! bit, the poor lass ever and again but
/ work as gently as [ would, it must have
given her a deal of pain. She'd sigh a
little how aud then, and give little soft
moan sometimes but eht she bore it all
all her weariness and pain, for all the
suffering and trouble that were In her
eyes---she bore it like an angel from
heaven. The old woman sat beside us
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, and
she goes of to her comfortable bed, / sup
pose but very soon the maid goes fast
asleep, and everything seemed asleep but
me and the lassie. There wasn't sound
but the wind soughing in the trees outside,
and the murmur of the river falling over
the weir,
Well the job went on, and still as it
went on the lassie seemed to grow weaker
and weaker, and then big awful fear
| came into my throat She was dying un-
der my hands.
Conscience says to me Joshua !" says
she you're killing that nice fine young
gal--you're killing her for hundred
guineas.0 Hold thy tongue Isays,o
SITS no such thing, It's her mothers do
ings" says |. eff she be her mother,
her breasts are as hard as adamant.D But
t were no use. Conscience was at me
again. aJoshual" she says, otis you
who are killing the poor lassie. IF you
were not at the job they could get no one
else to doit Joshua; throw thy comb and
scissors into the ire.p
Ann doomed if | don't, tooin says I,
quite dden-hke, and pitches my things
INTO the fire with clatter, as | thought,
to wake up the maid; but sne slept too
sound. "1here goes a hundred guihBasp
says |, But now you should have seen
the lock that came over the lassie's face
when she saw what Iyfets shout, Her
great eyes softened and filled with tears,
and she put out little white hand out of
the wraps, and took il in mine, and says
|, Ny dear, do you care SO much about
your hair that you'd loose the beautiful
life God Almighty has given you, and the
sweet bright days that may follow W
"0h y but she says" mother
"Mothef be G. Eli; PM afeared |
said bad word there, Do you carer" SAYS
[, lust like that.
Ind she shook her head Well, I pick
ed up my scissors again, and IN Il ,iifY all
The beautiful hair was lying on the floor
and the POOR head was dressed with soft
dressing, and | walked the maid and had
her mistress put to bed, right and tight,
and then | gave her kiss yes, by,
| did. Joshua Creecher, kissed the lady
Felicia Felixstow, ay, and | says; God
bless her; as if I'd been her father. And
she called me as | was going away, and
she says in little whisper:
" Pve got no money take the hairn
The maid let me out by the back stair.
case without anybody hearing us; and
away wentright over hill and dale, as
tired and rs Happy az q man could he.
But | was sorry about the hundred
guineas too.
cit were about six months after that, a
tall niee-looking chap came into my shop
and says be, " Creecher,7 says he, !" have
yor got nita plait df Hair, t5al eolaeA
hair, as you could sell lady as is going
to court ?"
SO says l." Well. nc :" for [ never
meant to sell the hair as the young lady
gave me.
6 Well, but" says he, "you haven't sold
It, have Jou?"
" What business is it of yours?'' says /.
" My dear" says he, running out to the
carriage, " it's gonew
go, Creecher, how could YOU ?0 she
says, looking out Of the window, q little
bit put out, but SO sweet, too, bless her
psetty face Ay, it was the Lady Felicia
herself, as bonny as Eair4!
Why, your ladyship p says I. "Well,
~ E''e>'"NN ~ oOO ou' DltsS YOU I've
kept your hair for you, my dear, and Eve
done it all up in the most beautiful way.
Come in, my lord,' says I.
" oh, I'm not q. lordy0 says he; " Pm
only plain Jack Thomp son, OF the Holt
and" says he" Creecher, | owe her to
you, my boy"
"Why, how'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 81 be was bdrred but when he hear
she had lost her hair, and was likel Y to be
dlStgured, he cried off, else they'd have
forced her into it; but then [ stepped in
and carried her away
cay" says he: "and much Joy | wish
you Colonel Thompson" says I and "hope
you will accept this hair as a wedding
present.
i" All right, Creeeher," he says; but he
left bit of paper on my counter. It
was a check for one hundred guineas.
So didn't lose the job after all. And
the carriage comes for me every fortnight
to take me to the Holt 10 do the hair of
the young people there; but they'll