Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1877-04-27

at fifty dollars. But TO secure monsieul's
custom"
"Tll take it," said the Squire with alac.
rty.
NJ. Dupignac motioned to MadsmUiselle
Laure. MademOiselle Laure tapped tiny
silver call bell, aud a white-aproued man
in the next room, who looked like barber
in disguise, went ruthlessly to work shear
ing away the long yellow locks. As one
by one be dropped them into fiat willow
basket at his side, the girl put her pocket
handkerchief 10 her eyes aud visibly sob
bed.
"Poor girl poor chldw said Squire Pos
tlethwaite, feeling an uncomfortable sensn-
ton of tightness in the region Of the heart.
"It's a sbame--but then, If she's compelled
TO part with it, may as well buy as any
one else. Here, you monsieur, just give
her this ten-d dollar bill over and above the
bargain. l can't endure to see pretty girl
cry--never could" Which, If the reader
pauses 10 reflect, made Mrs. Postlethwalte's
switch come very dear.
However the Squire lrudged off with the
yellow treasure neatly packed in one Of the
long pasteboard boxes For he sat and
waited for il TO be woven into stem, soon
er than to be in any wise deceived by any
article that was not the genuine one.
"At all events" cbuckled the Squire to
himself, "Tve outgeneraled the New York
ers this time. I've proved TO 'em that I'm
not 10 Le put of with the trimmings Of
their hospitals, nor any Of their trashy i'm
oil Of - hrin nf1l Of ehin- favor and in
fection. To be sure II has cost good deal,
but don't believe Polly will grudge the
price when she hears oil about it,"
This was Squire Postlethwaite's last day
in the great metropolis, and toward afler-
noon he completed his various errands TO
his entire satisfaction, aud started off down
Cortlaudt street at brisk walk 10 take the
four o'clock train, which would land him
within a few miles of his beloved peach
farm, when, all of a sudden, emerging
from narrow side street, whom should he
meet but the golden haired damsel who
had cried so meltnRly at having her ttess-
es cut away that self-same morning in the
Centennial Hair Emporium! And al the
same moment, with little bob of court
esy, the golden. haired damsel proved 10
him that the recognition was mutual.
at isl" cried the Squire, dropping two
or three bundles in his bewildei ment. mo,
it isn'tl Yes il isr'
For the face and eyes and pretty little
childish dmpes on cheek and chin were
the same, but, 10, and behold! luxnriant
braid Of aureate hair was cOiled around and
around the head under tie naity little felt
hat with its bluebird's wing.
"Pm much Obliged for the ten dollars,
Sir" said the girl. "Gentlemeu isn't gen.
orally so liberal"
"B but your hair ?" suffered our Squire,
scarcely able to credit the evidence of his
own senses.
"Oh, dear, Sir, II wasn't my hair at all"
said he gl. ITS just a lot that NJ. Du-
piguac keeps on hand, mounted on invisi-
bic netting, aud it isn't clipped off at all,
only loosened fIom the net by hook on
the end Of the scissors. Some of the Gus
toners likes ii cut direct from the head
gentlefolks has all sors Of Withstand NJ.
Dupignac keeps me for a blonde, and Ma
ry Anne Perkins for a brunette. We rolls
up our own hair boy fashion, and ii don't
show unless you get very close. wouldn't
have told on him neither" with little
toss of the head, "if it hadn't been for his
wa nlng 10 crib all the extra ten dollars for
himself"
Squire Postlethwsite drew a long breath.
He began 10 be painfully conscious that he
had not "outgeneraled" the city people so
completely as he had imagined, after all.
| Should lie go back, he asked himself, TO NJ.
| Dupignac's Centennial Hair Emporium.
and punch the head OF that distinguished
foreigner? ? or should he report the whole
matter al police headquarters? or-perhaps
best and most sensible course of all
should he take the originally purposed
four o'clock train, so back to the Jersey
peach farm, and keep his own counsel for
ever and day?
Squire Poslelhwaile decided in favor of
the latter proposition. He went home with
his golden switch in its box, gave it 10 Pol
ly with a kiss, and never told her Of his ad-
venture.
And 10 this day she doesn't know how
much it cost. "Where Ignorance is bliss,
It's folly to be wise. e.''-Hdyper's Bazdr.