Martinsburg independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1875-1900, 1882-04-29

so that the luxuriant mass OF black
tresses fell nearly To her waist, = II 5
well enough. Aud it would soon
grow again. oh, Mrs. Barley, do
you think he would give me two dol
lars for mine P"
There's nothing like trying"
said the good natured miller's wife.
He's putting up at the Three Keys;
Sidoua Simonds will go there with
you, have no doubt"
So Click ent to the shrewd faced
Yankee and came away shorn of her
lovely shining hair, but with the two
bright dollars safe in the pocket of
her dress; and the Baroness Buidette
Couts herself couldn't have felt any
richer than Click.
1.-TWO dollars two dollars !" The
girl keep repeating to herself.
Enough for the historical lecture,
and a collar over, all for myself"
Mr.. Charles Cheveuix was gen
tleman who came sometime 10 the
wilderness to rest from the fatigues
of city literary work Click knew
him a little. He had once walked
home with her from church, on a
rainy evening, when she bad no
umbrella; he bad now and again
spoken pleasantly to her at picnics
and spelling maches; and uEcon-
sciously the girl had cometo ideal ze
him. And this opportunity of at
tending this course of historical lee.
lures, which he was to deliver at
the corner school house, seemed like
a glimpse of Paradise to the poor,
unsophisticated country damsel
With her mind fnll of the coming
treat, she opened the kitchen door of
the Baldwin farmhouse and went in.
The family were at dinner or
the primitive Cedar Steepites dined
when the sun touched the noon mark
on the kitchen floOr-and, for a sec
on, there WIS a sort of breathless.
appalling silence, followed all too
soon by shrek of derisive laughter
Click looked iDquiringly around.
her color deepening a little rs she
saw sitting close to her uncle Elihu,
Mr. CheveuiX himself.
"What were you laughing at,
Sarah and Keturah ?'
And then, all of a sudden, she re-
mpmbered-her poor shorn head,
Replacing the green Bingham sun
bonnet with cry, SHE darted out of
the room and never stopped until
she had buried her head among the
pillows of her own little garrett bed
Thither Sarah Baldw n presently
followed her-a heavy footed, kind
hearted girl with muddy complexion
and a thick nose.
"Click," she painted. "what have
you done with your hair ? d" just
look in the glass and see what a
fright you have made of yourself"
Click sat on the side of the bed,
with the old, unconscious gesture Of
pushing back the hair which was no
longer there.
II look like brigand," she said,
passionately regarding her reflection
IN the scrap OF crack looking-glass,
But. oh. Sarah. did SO want the
money to go to the series of histOri-
Cal lectures ~
And then she told honest Sarah
all.
Il don't blame you, Click - said
Sarah. II suppose the lectures will
be splendid. Aud ANTI it nice, Mr..
Cheveuix is coming here to board,
because they have the scarlet fever
at the tavern. And he's to have the
big spare chamber. and"
"Oh, dear, oh, dear ~ said Click,
breaking forth into fresh tears and
sohs; Il shall never be able to come
into the room with my hair shorn off
like convict's ! But l will go to
the lectures. Sarah. if | have to wear
Aunt Dnrcas' black poke bonnet aud
"A green barge veil over my face. ]
will will I"
She kept her word, and it was
some time before Mr.. Chtvuix fairly
comprehended who was the silent,
intent auditor in the corner, whose