The Weston Democrat. [volume] (Weston, W. Va.) 1875-current, 1877-04-14


his heart. "It's shamc-but then, il
she's compelled TO part with it, I may rs
well buy MS any ono else. Here, you,
monsieur, Just give her this ten.lolIar
bilt over and dbove the bargain. I can't
endure to sec pretty girl cry-never
could" Which, il the reader pAuses to
reflect, made Mrs. PoStlethwaite' 8 switch
come very dear.
However, the squire trudgcd of, with
the yellow treasure neatly packed in one
OF the long pasteboard boxes. For lie
sat and waited for it TO be woven into n
stem, sooner than be in any wise de-
ceived by any article that was not the
genuine one.
AT all events" chuckled the squire
to himself, "I'vc outgcneraled tho New
Workers this time. I've proved to em
that I'm not to be put off with the trim
1nings Of their hospitals, nor any OF their
trashy imported stuff, brimful OF ship
fever and infection. To be sure, it has
cost good deal, but I don't believe
Polly will grlldge the price when shc
hears all about it"
This was Squire Postlethwaite's last
day in the great metropolis, and toward
afternoon he completed his various
errands to his entire satisfaction, and
started of. down Cortlandt street on n
brisk walk to take the four o'clock train,
which would land him within fewmiles
OF his beloved peach farm, when, all Of a
sudden, emerging from n harrow side
street, whom should he meet but the
golden haired dnmg0l who had cried 80
lncltingly Mt having her treSses cut away
that self-same morning in the Centennial
Hair Emporium And at the same mo-
mcnt, with little bob Of courtesy, the
golden haired dAmsel proved to him that
the recognition was mutual.
"It isl" cried the squire, dropping
two or three bundles in his bewilder-
mGnt. No, it isn'tl Yes, it is!'
For tho face and eyes and pretty little
childish. .dimples OIL check md chin were
the same, but, 10 and behold Il luxuri-
ant craid Of NurGatc hair was coiled
around ind around the head under the
natty little felt hat with its bluCbird's
wing.
Tim much obliged for tho ten dollars,
sir, " said the girl. "Gentlemen isn't
generally SO liberal"
"B-but your Lair ?" suffered our
squire, scarcely able to credit tho owl
dence Of his own senses.
"Oh, dear, sir, it wasn't my hair at
MI, " sail the girl. "Its Just n lot t!lat
N. Dupignac keeps on land, mounted
on invisible netting, and it mint clipped
off Mt all, only loosened from the net by
q hook on the end Of the scissors. Sumo
OF the customers likes it cut direct from
the hcad-gentlefolkR has all sorts Of
Withstand N. Dupignac keeps mo for
blonde, and Mary Anne Perkins for n
! brunette. We rolls up orr OWL hair
boy fashion, and it don't show unless
you get very close. I wouldn't have
told oil him, neither" with little toss
of tho head, "if it hadn't been for his
wanting 10 crib all the extn ten dollars
for himself.
Squire postlotllwaite drew n lcng
breath. lTn began 10 be painfully COR
scious TINT he hud not nutgenelalci
the city people 80 completely as he hnl
imagined, after all. Should he go back,
he asked himself, to NJ. Dupiglmc's Cen.
tennial Hair Emporium, and punch the
head Of that distinguished foreigner? or
should he report the whole matter at po-
lice headquarters or-perhaps best and
most sensible course Of ll-shOuld lie
take the originally proposed four o'clock
train, go back to tile Jersey peach farm,
aud keep lis own counsel forever and a
day?
Squire Postlethwaite decided in favor
of the hitter proposition. uo went
home with his golden switch in its box,
gave it to Polly with u kiss, and never
told her Of his adventure.
And to this day sho doesn't know how
much it cost. "Wherc ignorance is
bliss, It's folly to wise"