Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1882-03-23

0iuonIa Simonus sold herS TO hlm Tor
two dollars, yesterday. You'Ue got nice
hair, You know, Click"
Click smiled.
"Yes,p said she, taking off the green
| gingham sun. bonnet, and Withdrawing
one or two hair-pins, SO that the luxu-
RANT mass Of blue-black tressess fell
nearly to her slim waist. s'It's we'll
enough. And it would soon grow again
you know. Oh, Mrs Barley, do you
think he would give me two dollars for
minor"
There's nothing like trying" said
the good-natured miller's wife. "He's
putin up at The Three Crooked
Keys. Sidonia Simonds will go there
with you, I've no doubt"
So Click went to the shrewd-tace
man who dated his letters from 'sThe
Three Crooked Keys" and came away
shorn OF her lovely, shining hair, but
with the two-dollar bill safe in the
pocket of her dress; and the Baroness
Burdett-Coutts herself couldn't have
felt richer than Click.
"Two dollars two dollarsp the girl
kept repeating to herself. Enough
for the historical lectures and dollar
over. all for my very ownl"
Mr.. Charles Cheveuix was gentle
man who came sometimes to the viii
derness of Cedar Sleeps to deliver lee
lures, to rest from the fAtigues of city
literary work. Click knew him little.
He had once walked home with her
from church, of rainy evening, when
she bad no umbrella; he had now and
again spoken pleasantly to her at pic
MICS or spelling matches; and, nncon-
sciously the girl had learned to idealize
him. And this opportunity of attend
ing this course of historical lectures,
which he was to deliver at the corner
school-house, seemed almost like q
glimpse of Paradise to the poor, unso-
phisticated country damsel.
With her mind full of the coming
treat, she opened the kitchen-door of
the Baldwin farmhouse and went in.
The family were at dinner-for the
the primitive Cedar Steepites dined
when the sun touched the noon-mark
on the kitchen -foor-and, for second,
there was sort of breathless, appalled,
silence, followed all too soon by shrek
OF derisive laughter.
Click looked inquiringly around, her
color deepening little as she saw, sit
ting close to her Uncle Elihu's right
hand, Mr.. Cheyeuix himself.
whats the matter?' she said.
s'What were you laughing at, Sarah and
Keturah?"
And then all OF q sudden, she remem-
bered-her poor shorn headl
Replacing the green gingham sun
bonnet, with-a cry, she darted out of
the room, and never stopped until she
had buried her face among the pillows
Of her own little garret bed.
Thither Sarah Baldwin presently fol-
lowed her-a heavy-footed, good-na-
tured girl, with a muddy complexion
and thick nose.
s'CIick r she painted, whatever have
you done with your hair? Do just look
in the glass and see what a fright you
have made of yourselfp
"Click sat up on the side of the bed,
with the old, unconscious gesture OF
pushing back the hair which was no
longer there.
81 look like brigand," she said,
passionately regarding her reflection in
the scrap of cracked looking glass.
'sBut, oh. Sarah. I did go want the
money to go to the historical lectures !"
And then she told honest Sarah all.
"Well," said Sarah, 81 don't blame
you, Click. suppose the lectures will
be splendid. And amt it nice, Mr..
Cheveuix coming here to board. be-
cause, they've got the scarletfever at the
tavern? And he's to have the big spare
chamber, and
"Oh, dear-oh, dearl" said Click,
breaking forth into fresh tears and sobs !;
'Ishau never be able to come into the
room with my hair shorn off like q
conyict'sl But srau go to the lee
lures, if have to wear Aunt Dorcas'
black poke-bonne5 and green barege
veil over my face. I will aciU!"
She kept her word, and it was some
time before Mr.. Cheyenix fairly COM
pretended who was the silent, intent
auditor in the corner, whose figure was
SO young and SO exquisitely nodded,
and whose costume was SO laughably
antique.
"Why does Ciarissa never come into
the room p he asked Aunt Dorcas, one
day.
Gals is queer" the old lady sasely
made reply. Sand Clicks had her hair
cut off"
aDo you know what prompted her to
that strange caprice :" the young man
asked.
Aunt Dorcas' spectacled eyes twinkled,
Our Sally says it was to earn little
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