The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1878-06-19
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cost?r
Look at the thickness look at
the length of that chevelure !" cried
this ecstatic Frenchman. at is
cbeap-positively dirt cheap-at fif-
ty dollars Bot 10 secure Monsieur's
custom"
T'll take it," said the Squire,
with alacrity
NJ. Dupignac molioned to Made
moiselle Laure. MademoiselIe Laure
tapped tiny silver call-bell, and
white-aproned man in the next room,
who looked like barber in disguise,
went ruthlessly to work shesring
away the long yellow locks As one
by one he dropped them into fat
willow basket at bis side, the girl
put her pocket-handkerchief to her
eyes and visibly sobbed.
Poor girll poor childl" said
Squire Posllethwaite, feeling an IN.
comfortable sensation of tightness in
the region OF his heart. cts
shame-but then, il she's compelled
TO part with it, may as well buy it
as any one else. Here, you, Mon
sieur, just give her this teu-dollar
bill over and above the bargain.
can't endure to see pretty girl cry
never could" Which, if the read.
er pauses TO reflect, made Mrs. Pos
tlethwaite's switch come very dear.
However, the Squire trudged off,
with the yellow treasure neatly pack
ed in one Of the long pasteboard box
es. For be sat ana waited for it to
be woven into stem, sooner than be
in any wise deceived by an article
that was not the genuine one.
AT all events" chuckled the
Squire to himself, "I've out-gener-
aled the New Workers this time. I've
proved to 'em that Pm not to be put
off with the trimming Of their hospit-
ais, nor any OF their trashy imported
stuff, brimful of ship fever and infec-
ton. To 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 PostIethwaite's
last day in the great metropolis, and
toward afternoon be completed his
various errands to bis entire salts
faction, and started off down Cort.
land street on a brisk walk TO take
the 4 O'Clock train, which would land
him within a few miles of his beloved
peach farm, when, all of sudden,
emerging from narrow side street,
whom SHOULD be meet but the golden
haired damsel who cried SO meltingly
at having her tresses cut away that
self-same morning in the Centennial
Hair Emporium And at the same
moment, with little bob OF courtesy,
the golden-haired damsel proved to
him that the recognition was mutual
1T 81" cried the Squire, dropping
two or three bundles in his bewilder-
ment. No, it isn't! Yes, it is
For the face and eyes and pretty
little childish dimple5 on cheeks and
chin were the same bat, 10 and be-
hold luxnriant braid of aureate
hair was coiled around aud around
the head under the naity little felt
hay with It's bluebird's wing.
'I'm much obliged for the $40, sir"
said the little girl Gentlemen isn't
generally so liberal"
'Ob, dear, sir, it wasn't my hair
at all, said the girl "lt's just lot
that NJ Dupiguac keeps on hand,
mounted on Invisible netting, and it
amt clipped off at all, only loosened
from the net by q hook en- the end Of
the scissors Some Of the customers
likes it cut direct from the bead
gentle folks has all sorts of whims-
and NJ. Dupignac keeps me for a
blonde, and Mary Anne Perkins tor
brunette We rolls up our own
hair boy fashion, and it don't show
unless you get close. wouldn't
have told on him, neither" with a
little toss of the head, "if it hadn't
been for his wanting to crib all the
extra $40 for himself"
Squire Postlethwaite drew a long
breath. He began to be painfully
conscious that he had not outgener-
aled the city people SO completely as
be imagined, after all Should he go
back he asked himself, to NJ. Du-
pignac's Centennial Hair Emporium,
and punch the bead of that distin-
guisbed foreigner? or should be re-
port the whole matter at the police
headquarters or-perhaps best and |
most sensible course of all-should |
be take the originally purposed 4
O'Clock train, go back to the Jersey |
peach farm, and keep his own counsel
forever and o day?
Squire Postlethwaite decided in
favor Of the latter proposition. He
went home with his golden switch in
bis 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 tits folly to be wise"