Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1876-08-17
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KNOW Wndt tW6lNc DCurS Is, Slttl1g up
with a man pulling away at your
tangled hairs? Why, my lady, said
l, Il don't think as 1 could stand the
job, as am hale and well, and as for
the poor young lady there, why bless
your heart, it would kill herp
But her ladyship took no notice of
me.
well, she says to the young lassie,
you hear what be says; are you ready
to begin?'
And the lassie gave little sigh,
heart-breaking little sigh, and she says
in feeble little voice:
Go on
But says /, for 1 wanted to have an
excuse to be off the job, Il wouldn't do
it under a hundred pounds
'Ohp says she, then you shall have
a hundred guineas.'
That was temptation, mind you, to
q chap as wasn't much aforehand in
the world, and hadn't ever had so
much as ten pounds In his pocket at
once all his life. But / was sorry
took the job after all.
Il must have my supper 1 says,
first and think about it,
Ring, Amelia, she says tothe maid,
'and order up tray
And a bang-up supper had in lit
tie sitting room; chicken and cham
pagne, and what they call cure-or-so,
out of brown jug; but didn't think
much o. that, and I'd sooner call it
kill.or-so, if 1 were giving it name,
for eh it did make my head sing
above bit, and 80 only took about
gill of it, to see what it were like.
Well, when I'd done my supper, /
were taken into the young lsdy's room,
and began the job. / took it up bit
by bit, washed it il spirits of wine,
cOmbed it out hair by hair, and so L
went on honr after hour. There was
nought for it but patience and hard
poor lass, ever and again; but work as
gently as / would, it must have given
her deal of pain. She'd sigh a little
now and then, aud give a little soft
moan sometimes, but eh she bore it
all-all her WEAKNESS 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
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, and she goes off to her
comfortable bed, 1 suppose; and by-and-
by the maid goes fast asleep, and every
thing seemed asleep but me and the
lassie. There wasn't sound but the
wind soughing among the trees out
side, and the murmur of the river fall
ing over the weir.
Well, the job went on, and still as it
went on the lassie seemed to grow
wea ker and weaker, and then a big
awful fear came into my throat. She
was dying under my hands.
Conscience says to me-'JoShuap
says she, you're killing that nice fine
young gal-you're killing her for a
hundred guineas.'
Hold thy tongue says I. IT'S no
such thing. It's her mothers doing,'
says /. IF she be- her mother, her
breasts are as hard as adamant.' But
it were do use. Conscience has me
again. 'Joehua,' she says, it's you
who are killing the poor lassie. Ifyou
were at job, they could get nobody else
to do it; Joshua! throw thy comb and
scissors into the fire.
Ann doomed if don't to!' says /,
quite sudden-like, and / pitched my
things into the fireplace with clatter
as l thought'd wake up the maid, but
she slept too sound. There goes hum
dred guineas,' says /. 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 a little
white hand out of the wraps, and /
took it mine, and says /:
My dear, do you care 80 much about
your hair, that you'd lose the beautiful
life God Almighty's given you, and
the sweet, bright days that may fol-
low?
'Oh,' but she rays, mother
Mother be-p En-, I'm feard said
4 bad there. Do you care?' says ], aye,
Just like that-'Do you care:' says 1.
She shook her head. -Wen, picked
up my scissors again, and in jiffy, all
The beautiful hair was lying on the
dOOr, and the poor head was dressed
with soft dressing, and Pd awake the
maid, and had her missis put to bed,
Ugh. and tight, and then gave her a
ziss-yes, did. /, Joshua Creecher,
Kissed the lady, Felicia Felixtowe, ah,
md l says, God bless her, as If Pd been
ler father.
And she called me, as 1 was going
lway, and she says, in little whisper,
I've got no money; take the hair.'
The maid led me out by the back
staircase, without anybody heaing US:
md away went right over hill and
tale, IS tired and as happy as q man
.ould be. But were sorry about the
guineas, too.
Well, it was about six months after
hat, tall, nice-looking young chap
anne into my shop, and says he:
'Creecher,' says he, have you got a
lice piait-of hair, real golden hair. as
you could sell to a lady as is going to
,ourt?'
So, says /: We'll no. for / never
meant to sell the hair the young lady
ave me, never!
Well, butt says he, you haven't
old it, have you?
What business is it of yours?' says 1.
My DEAR says he, running out to
he carriage, it's gone!'
%, Creecheri how could your she
ays, looking out of the window, lit
le put out, but 80 sweet, too, bless her
,retty face! Ay, it was Lady Felicia
lerself, as bonny as fairyp
why, your ladyshipn says /. We'll,
Pm pleased to see you. Bless youi
We kept your hair for you, my dear,
nd I've done it up In the most beauti-
ul way. Gone in, my lord;' says /.
'Oh, Pm not lerd,' says he; Pm
My plain Jack Thompson, of the
1olt,' and, says he, 'Sreecher, / owe
er to you, my boy.'
tWhy hQu'S fhaf9, savs
Says he: The Dock Of Dovercourt
Iere wild to have her, and they say
ed asked Lord Cromer, her father, for
er the very night she was burned; but
Then he heard she'd lest her hair, and
vas likely to be disfigured, he cried off,
lse they'd have forced her into it; but