The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1875-05-12
One Hundred Guilders for u single
= Hair.


We're we to confinc our columns to
faithful record of contemporary his
tory, we should often rival in vivid
ness and interest the facile pen OF the
novelist. We are apt to pass by un-
needed the every day events which
occur about us, and to soar in the re-
gion of fancy for those melodralnatic
tableaux after which the Imagination
Graves as captivating mental stimu-
lus. The wonder-world in which
childhood lives ia an evidence of this,
while embellished truths are the illu-
mined alphabet of larger children.
Current facts alone are quite sufficient
to intoxicate the imagination, though,
as Hazlitt tells us, "man is poetical
animal, and delights in felton,
The Vlennese women are univers-
ally pretty; but their greater lowell
ness, impaired by the lavish hand of
nature, is hair SO profuse and beauti-
tEsal as to be the marvel of foreigners
Wio first enter this northern Paris.
A few months since, a young girl OF
fifteen and a half, poorly clad, but of
a sweet and lovely expression of form
and features, entered BARRIERS shop
in the Frederick Strasse, at Vienna,
and told the proprietor that she
wanted to sell her head of hair. The
barber examined her singular and
glossy chestnut locks, reaching far
below her waist, while the expert
enced eye sparkled at its luxuriant
beauty. and told her he could only
give her eight guilders-no more.
The price of hair had fallen, and it
| was less in demand.
IL
small advance upon the sum, while
her eyes were filled with tears. But
the barber was immovable.
Eight guilders, and no more" he
replied.
I'm Heavens name," she gasped,
| take it, then, quickly"
The barber. we'll satisfied with his
extraordinary bargain, procured his
| largest shears, seated the young girl
in the chair, and was about to sever
those marvellous braids of chestnut
hue, when a young gentleman, who
exclaimed, suddenly:
Hold My child, come here !!
| Why do you want to sell your beau.
| tiful hair?'
The tear -bedewcd but lovely face
|
speaker, as she replied:
My mother has been i'll these
many months. l cannot work enough
to support her. Every thing has been
sold, and there is not a penny in the
house"
Il will buy your hair. my sweet
''and will give you hundred guild
ers for it.
He handed the young girl a note for
the sum as he spoke, and which
quickly dried her eyes; it would pur-
chase SO much for her sick mother.
| Give me your shears, barber,
said the gentleman. as the pretty
Yiennese approached his side, and
I stood quietly for him to denude her
head of its artistic glory. He took
the chestnut locks in his hand, and
for a moment examined their soft
richness of texture and shifting beau
ty of color, then selected the longest
hair, cut it off and put it carefully in
his pocket book.
"That is all l shall take, my child.
Now give me your address," he said;
Il may, perhaps, want to purchase
another hair"
| She gave the street and number to
him, while her face was suffused with
both bushes and tears. This was in
the early spring of "a The year has
not long expired, and yet we have
the denouement of this most pleasing
and yeritable drama The gentleman
was one Of the many attaches of a
foreign embassy in the Austrian CAPT
tai. He did want to purchase another
of those hairs. And now the little
Viennese is Just sixteen and bride.