Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1877-12-14

perior attractions they felt sure that
she would monopolizc Mr., Smith, and
throw them all into the shade. And 50
it proved,
The gothic-covered church became
suddenly glorihed one summers morn
ing, when there tiuttcrcd in vision Of
marvellous beauty-the very incarna-
tion of sweetness and simplicity.
1t was Miss Antonia
The reeter glanced downward upon
her just rs Il ray of sunlight glistened
on her glossy, golden hair, making her
look like some medieval saint.
Mr.. Smith admired golden hair--a
woman 50 crowned, as with halo,
seemed to him an embodiment of
purity and goodness; here, then, ii was
in abundance, shading the face of an
angel, he thought, and he never seemed
so near heaven rs upon that particu-
lar morning.
At dinner his irrcpressiblc landlady
asked him what he thought Of Miss
Wheeler
She is Il pure, true woman, with
magnificent golden locks, he replied,
while slight color rose to his checks.
va, IcNult, MI. EIllliH, TtlllCDlpCI
all is not gold that gHtterS.
A word to the wise is sufficient.
added Mirandy
But who thinks of old maXims, or
coolly calculates possibilities, when
fresh young love lays ever So softly
his light touch upon the heart.
Mr.. Smith did not; he was Mickcdly
heterodox, for lie offered incense to his
particular idol, Miss Antonia Wheeler,
and she reserved her polished atlecta-
tions for lesser lights; to him, she was
an artless, golden-haired beauty.
That pleasant summer passed away,
as all enjoyable things do; the winter
came rs dark days will come and par.
ish affairs remained the same. Another
summer rolled around-one whole year
Of ministerial life gone forever, and Mr..
Smith still minated.
Aunt Eunice wrote that report pro-
nounccd Miss Wheeler an incorrigiblc
tlirt' That ! will ascertain from her
own sweet self, and that right speedily
too, thought the enamourcd rector.
Very soon an opportunity offered, for
grand picnic came oil in n picco of
woods outside the village Mr. Smith
and Antonia stole away from the COM
pany, and iii 4 shady nook, by the riv-
crs bank. found romantic, rustic seat,
made by fallen monarch Of the forest
Antonia, with girlish glcc, threw of
her seaside hat. and untying Il gay rib
bon, allowed part of her golden treSses
to flow loosely over her shoulders, while
| the remainder formed braid CncirCHng
her head.
How beautiful she was-with her pink
cheeks, fair complexion, and classic
featureS-to say nothing of the dark,
violet eyes which shot such thrilling
glanccs from beneath their laShcs, at the
reeiprocating hazed orbs Of her hand
some pastor. Twas allup with him
poor Mr.. Smith
Tony" lie said softly. She nodded,
Tony, that Grecian style of coiiiurc
suits you admirably. Just now you
carry out my idea Of the Queen Of the
Peerless; these abundant locks, how
magnificent and silky they are and he
touched them rcyercntly with the tips Of
his fingers.
She drew back with startled look,
butrcplied;
Yes, nature has been bountiful to
me, and | like to arrange my hair i'll
this style TO show my friends and critics
that it is all my own
And really growing on your head,
too, he observed. No wonder that
YOU are proud Of il in these days Of
shamS.
Yes. indeed hate everything that
is false she replied.
Then, IL an opposite, you must love
the true. Tony, what do you sayto low
ing'--
Tho sentence remained unfinished,
for the sound Of voices and merry laugh
ter, apparently very near, caused them
to rise quickly in evident embarrass-
ment- and lis Antonia rose, the sway
ing branch of tree caught stray cock
of long hair and held fast
Mr.. Smith, springing for tile branch,
towards him, but while endcavoring to
disentanglc the rebellious lock, his hand
slipped. up flew the branch, carrying
with it that wealth of golden hair
whole and entire, leaving the young
lady not exactly scalpcd, but minus her
wig.
There she stood for an instant, afford
ing Mr.. smith glimpse of her totally
bald head
Plying her modification he picked
up tie golden treasure and politely as
sisted her 70 replace ii, just as the pic.
nicers came sauntering up in search Of
their missing pastor.
Fortunate Mr. smith for lie vas at
once disenehanted, and forever cured
Of his fancy for golden hair; keen