The Elk County advocate. [volume] (Ridgway, Pa.) 1868-1883, 1877-04-12

his heart. It's n slame-but then, if
she's compelled to part with it, 1 may as
well buy as any one else. Here, you,
monsieur, just give her this ten-dolar
bill over al d above the bargain. l can't
endure to see a 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 packed in one
of the long pasteboard boxes. For he
sat and waited for it to be woven into O
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, Give outgeneraled the New
Workers this time. I've proved to 'em
that Tn not to be put off with the trim
mings of their hospitals, nor any of their
trashy imported stuff, brimful of ship
fever and infection. To be sure. it has
cost a good deal, but L don't believe
Polly will grudge the price when she
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 off down Cortlandt street on O
brisk walk to take the four O'Clock train,
which would land him within few miles
OF his beloved peach farm, when, all of q
sudden, emerging from q narrow side
street, whom should he meet but the
golden haired damsel who had cried SO
meltingly at having her tresses cut away
that self-same morning in the Centennial
OF NJ ~
ment, with little bob of courtesy, the
golden haired damsel proved to him that
the recognition was mutual.
1t is!' cried the squire, dropping
two or three bundles i'll his bewilder-
ment. "No, it isn't Yes, it is !
For the face and eyes and pretty little
childish dimples on cheek and chin were
the same, but, 10 and behold ! a luxuri-
ant braid of aureate hair was coiled
around and around the head under the
natty little felt hat with it's bluebird's S
wing.
"I'm much obliged for the ten dollars,
sir, " said the girl. "Gentlemen isn't
generally so liberal"
"B-but your hair ?" suffered our
squire, scarcely able to credit the evil
dence Of his own senses.
ooh, dear, sir, it wasn't my hair at
all, y said tie girl. cts Just lot that
NJ. Dupignac keeps on hand, mounted
on invisible netting, and it amt clipped
off at all, only loosened from the net by
a hook on the end of the scissors. Some
of the customers likes it cut direct from
the head-gentlefolks has all sorts of
Withstand NJ. Dupignac keeps me for
a blonde, and Mary Anne Perkins for a
brunette. We rolls up our own hair
boy fashion, and it don't show unless
you get very close. / wouldn't have
told on him, neither" 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 long
breath. He began to be painfully CON
sclous that he had not "outgeneraled
the city people so completely as he had
imagined, after ALL Should he 60 back.
he asked himself, to NJ Dupignac's Cen.
tennial Hair Emporium, and punch tie
head of that distinguished foreigner? or
should he report the whole matter at po-
lice headquarters or-perhaps best and
most sensible course of all-should he
take the originally proposed four o'clock
train, go back to the Jersey peach farm,
aud keep his own counsel forever and a
day?
Squire Postlethwaite decided in favor
OF the latter proposition. He went
home with his golden switch in its box,
gave it to Polly with kiss, and never
told her of his adventure.
And to this day she doesn't know how
much it cost. Where ignorance is
bliss, It's folly to be wise"