The Grange advance. [volume] (Red Wing, Minn.) 1873-1877, 1877-04-11
''I'll take it, said the Squire, with

M. Dupignac motioned to Madem
oiselle Laure. Mademoiselle Laure
tapped tiny silver callbell, and q
white aproned man in the nextroOm,
who looked like barber in disguise,
went ruthlessly at work shearine away
the long yellow locks. AS one by one
he dropped them into fiat willow
basket at his side, the girl put her
pocket-handkerchief to her eyes and
visibly sobbed. ### I R
''Poor girl! poor child!': said Squire
PostlethWaite, feeling an uncotlfOrt.
able sensation of tightness in the region
of his heart. t'It's shame-butthen
if she's compelled to part with it, I may
as we'll buy as any one else. Here,y you
monsieur, just give her this ten.dollar
bill over and above the bargain. lean I
endure to see pretty girl cry-never
could" Which,if the reader pauses to
reflect, made Mrs. Postlethwaite' s
switch come very dear,
However, the Squire trudged off,
with the yellow treasure neatly pack.
ed in one of the long pasteboard boxes.
For he sat and waited for it p be
woven into Il stem, sooner than be in
any wise deceived by any article that
was not the genuine one.
cat all events" chuckled the Squire
to himself, 'I've outgeneraled the
New Workers this time. I've proved
to 'em I'm not. to be put off with the
trimmings Of their hospital. nor any of
their trashy imported stuff, brimful
of shipfever and infection. 70 be
sure, it has cost a good deal, but |
don't believe Polly will grudge the
price when she hears all about it,
This was Squire Postlethwate' s last
day in the great metropolis, and to.
ward afternoon he completed his va.
rious errands to his entire satisfaction,
and started off down Cortlandt Street
on brisk walk to 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
a narrow side street, whom should he
meet but the golden-haired dag1ssl
who had cried SO meltingly at hal wing
her tresses cut away that self-sa anne
morning in the Centennial Hair EN-.
porium! And at the same moment,
with a little bob Of q courtesy, the
golden.haired damsel proved to him
that the recognition was mutual.
cit isl" cried the Squire, dropping
two or three bundles in his bewil{er-
ment.'' ssNo, it isn't! Yes, it is!''
For the face and eyes and pretty lit
tie childish dimples on cheek and dim
were the same, but, 10 and behold! a
luxuriant braid of aureate hair, vas
coiled around and around the head hn-
der the natty little felt hat with its
bluebird's wing.
"I'm much obliged for the ten DBL
lars, SIR said the girl. "Gentlenl en-
isn't generally so LIBERAL
''B-but your hair?" suffered our
Squire, scarcely able to credit the
evidence Of his own senses.
''Oh dear, Sir, it wasn't my hair &c
all, said the girl. ''It's just lot that
M. Dupignac keeps on, hand, mounted
on invisible netting, and it amt clip
ped off at all, only loosened from the
net by a hook on the end of the scis-
sors. Some of the customers likes it
cut direct from the head-ge1tlefolks
has all sorts of whims and NJ, Dupig-
mac keeps me for blonde, and Mary
Ann Perkins for brunette. I'VE rolls
up our own hair boy fashion, and it
don't show unless you get vely close.
[ wou]dn't have told on him, nither, -
with little toss of the head eff it
hadn't been for his wanting to crib
all the extra ten dollars for himself"
Squire Postlethwaite drew a long
breath. He began to b pain
fully conscious that he had not
''outgeneraled' the city peopleso COM
pletely as he had imagined, alter all.
Should he go back, he asked himself,
to NJ. Dupignc's Centennial Hair EN-.
porium, and punch the head If that
distinguished foreigner or should
he report the whole matter at police
headquarters or-perhaps best and
most sensible course of all-shtuld he
take the original purposed four O'Clock
train, go back to the Jersey peach
farm, and keep his own COUNSEL for.
ever and day?
Squire Postlethwaite decided in
favor of the latter proposition
He went home with his golden
switch in it's box, gave it to Polly
with kiss, and never told her Of his
adventure. /
And to this day she dosen't know
how much it cost. ''Where Ignorance
is bliss, it's folly to be WISE
ValOr.
A few miles north of Tecumseh
Mich, there is a brick school-house
wherein reigns a muscular youn.
schoolmistress. She induced the trus
tees to brighten the dingy walls will
new paper, and warned the subjects O.
her little realm that they must not de
face it. One young lady willfully an(