The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1878-06-19
GOLDEN LOCKS.

I tcEe ediu Guuitc L OelittuW w ute
rumping up bis Saxon brown hair
into a crest on the very top of his
head.
The Squire was standing in the
middle of the sunny sittiDg-room,
room aglow with wreatbs of autumn
leaves and blossoming geraniums,
with a wood FIRE on the hearth,
which exhaled faint pine perfume
from the resinous logs which were
cracking there, and the biggest tor.
toise-shell cat in New jersey asleep
10 front of the blaze. And the
'Squire's wife was balancing herself
on tip-toe to sew button on his
shirt bosom--a malicious button
which had flown of without the
slightest previous notice, a very
Mephistopheles in mother-of-pearI
The Squire was tall and big, and
easily wheedled; the Squire's wife
was round and petite, and possessed
good deal of feminine diplomacy !;
and, as matter Of course, Mrs. Pos
tlethwaite conquered
"Oh, my dear, it is the simplest
thing in the world" she said
"But it's not so perfectly absurd ~
persisted the Squire the idea OF
me going into one Of those Broad
way places aud asking fora
switch ?"
"lt's done every day, my DEAR"
said Mrs. Postlethwaite, deity break
ing the thread "And really
my hair is getting s. thin, what with
crimping and frizzing; and every
body wears a false braid, or curls,
or something, and am positively
singular withou: one. And |
wouldn't mind waiting until go up
to town in January, if it wasn't for
Fannie Leslie's charsde party.
EVERYBODY will be there, and of
course you want me to look as we'll
as any one else, don't you, dear 7"
The Squire could not gainsay this
leading proposition. He bad married
pretty young country girl for love,
and during all the FIVE years of their
welded life the torch had burned
clear upon the altar of bis heart.
"Of course | do" be said heartily.
"Then you'll bring me the switch,
won't you, ?" coaxed Mrs. Postleth-
waite.
''If it must be, suppose it must
be-" assented the Squire with q
grimace.
And when be drove Off to the de-
pot be carried in a pocket-case, next
to his heart, lock of bis wife's flax
en- hair-1ot as keepsake, but as a
sample.
"Thirty-six inches long. at least"
Mrs. Postlethwaite called after him.
"And crimped little at the top, if
it's not charged extra for"
Squire Postleth waite didn't go
to the city every day. As a general
thing, bis peach farm in New Jersey
occupied The most of bis time and at
tention but when he did miugle
with the gay metropolitan world, be
resolved to enjoy himself to the ut
most. So be engaged a room at the
most expensive and aristoeratic hotel
be could find, visited the Academy of
Design, where be didn't understand
the pictures at all, and went to the
theatre in the evening where be
cried over the tragedy, and laughed
his vest buttons off at brisk little
comedy that served as an afterpiece,
and was little abasted at the bal
let. And it is most probable that be
would have forgotten bis wife's CON-
mission entirely il, in the process Of
searching his pocket case for a note
which be was to present for payment
at city bank the next day, he had
not chsnced to come across the tress
of shining gold
"Hallo J" said the Squire, shifting
his knee with one hand, Here's
Polly's hair And / must go and
buy that switch tomorrow, or there
will be the deuce and all to pay"
He went that afternoon to dine
with old Mr.. Ponsonby at belmont
co's-for the Squire had all q child's
delight in gliding and lights. Old
Mr. Pansonby rather discouraged the
switch business when, over their
modest bottles Of cIaret, the Squire
broached his proposed errsnd the fol-
lowing morning.
II wouldn't said Mr. Ponsonby,
shaking bis mead.
Wouldn't" echoed the Squire
"Why not?"
'It's running great iisk." said
Mr. Ponsonby. oracularly. "I'm told
the yellow fever and small pox, and
all that sort of thing, are disseminat-
ed to an alarming extent through the
medium of false hair"
Squire Postlethwaite opened wide
his ewes and mouth
"They cut of the hair of hospital
cases, and sell il to pay expenses,
you see," added Mr.. Ponsonbv low.
ering bis voice
"No ?" interrogated the Squire.
Fact" nodded the old gentleman.
I" nd tesi les thew import a deal of