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

Ol3flSSa RAS commonly Calico .'OllcK.
She might have had another name.
The probabilities are that she had. Her
mother was Deacon Baldwin's sister,
who had run away and married q dark
eyed young Portuguese sea-captain,
who was lost off the Florida coast with
in a year Of their marriage. And little
Clsrissa was brought home to the Yer
mont hills by the curiously- costumed
foreign woman who had closed her
mothers eyes.
'Oh, dear me !" sighed Mrs. Baldwin,
who had four daughters of her own, and
not great deal Of money to bring them
up on, ''what is TO become of the child
She's weakly and feeble, and perhaps
Providence will see fit to take her."
But Providence didn't. Click grew
and throve, and blossomed out, some
how, among the New England sheep
pastures, into strange, foreign-sort OF
beauty. Nobody wanted her, it was
very plain. She was tolerated, and that
was al]. Plenty to eat, little pallet
bedstead in the corner OF the farm
house garret, a calico dress now and
then-she certainly did not cost them
much. And no one ever knew the
yearning heart-hunger that sheresolute-
ly repressed within herself.
At the district school she picked up,
now and then, little learning at
husking -frolics, quilting-bees and
apple-parties she got an odd idea Of
social observance; and as fer the rest,
her seul grew and expanded, and
reached out, ike wild convoIvulus
vine, guided only by the great hand OF
nature.
And one day Click came to Mrs. Bar
ley, the miller's wife, who had a ''store-
carpet" in her best room, and kept city
boardess in the summer time.
do you want any strawberries p
ssid she, pushing back the hood Of he1
groen gIngham sunbonnetas she leaned
against the kitehen-door.
Strawberries said Mrs. Barley.
"Didn't know there was none ripe yet.
Amt it dreadful early strawberries p
'.Yes." nodded Click, with conscious
pride. "Bat these grow on the south
side Of Lyndon Hill. where the cedar
trees keep off the wind. Nobody knows
Of the patch but me. I've been watch
ing 'em this long while. Aud last weeks
sunshine dead-ripened EN-.
Eyes, I'll take EN-" said Mrs, Barley
"But I can't pay you very high pric e.
for my boariers amt all come yet.
"How much ?" said Click, with ths
speculative greed which belonged TO one
side of her ancestry. sThere's six
quarts here, full measure"
"Thrse cents quart" said Mrs.
Barley.
Clicks face felix
ssNot moreg said she.
Not a penny" said LIS Barley.
ssOh, dears said Click. "And that
will only make eighteen cents. And |
wanted to get money enough to buy 6
ticket to Mr.. Cheveuix's Historical Lsc
tures."
"How much would il take 2" said Mrs
Barley, kindly sympathetic
"a dollar" said Click. ssThere are
four lectures"
"Oh, dear, dear r. said Mrs. Barley
clucking with her tongue. That's
deal of money!
s'Yes, I know" sighed Click. sAud
the lectures begin tomorrow night, and
there womb bs any more strawberrie
ripe for two daysl'
Cant you think of any other way o
earning money!" said Mrs. Barley
good naturally.
''Not unless I discovered q pot o
money on the sea-shore, where Graz,
Simeon is always digging for Captair
Kids treasures. said Click, with littls
laugh
Click, look here" said Mrs. Barley
Have You seen the hair man yet ?"
"The what r. said Click, opening
her great black eyes, fringed with curl
ing silk.
sHis name is Lemnel Price" sait
Mrs. Barley, laughing. He has take1
The agency Of q Boston hair store, an,