St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1884-04-13

bounded along, and the keen air blew color
into her wan face
NJ. Brian, coifsotr du danes. as he called
himself-whose ancestors had been named
O'Brien, -spoke with fine Tipperary brogue;
but this circumstance he readily explained
by stating that he had been reared by an
''ould Irish woman" He returned with Kit
". They found Mrs. Samson sitting in her
cold room, with her beautiful hair flowing
round her shoulders. The barber beheld it
with admiring eyes-Kitty with amazement,
till the idea occurred to her that her mother
must have been trying to keep herself warm
by this novel means. And, truly, Mrs. Sam
son might have mantled herself in that gold
en- fleece.
''Arrah, thin, are We goin' to give it me at
last!" cried the barber, feeling like new
Jason, as he caught up the shining hair in
both hands.
''I'm going to sell it to you. Have you
brought scissorsl"
But before NJ. Brian could answer, Kitty
had sprung at him like a wild cat, full grown.
''You would cut off my mothers hairl' she
screamed. ''Her beautiful, beautiful hair!
Give me the scissors. I'llEill you with them
irstr'
The barber laughed, and said he had for
gotten the scissors.
s'Then wait for mer' cried Kitty, making
a rush into her bedroom. she can't cut her
hair without scissors, she thought, ''and I
have something 1 can sell, too. Oh! I
wonder if he will buy it.'
1t was the child's one treasure. 1t lay on
fine jewellers cotton, in little box, Just as
it had arrived on Easter Sunday. three years
before, addressed to Miss Kitty Samson-but
from whom, she neither knew nor cared to
know. 1t was an egg, gilt like gold ana
oh! the dreams that Kitty had dreamed. She
had even INDUCED the hope that the en-
chanted bird that laid the golden eggs
might some night chip the shell, and pop
out before morning. But that was all over
now. She stiied sigh, and flew back to the
other room.
There" she said, putting the egg into
NJ. Brian's hand, lit is pure gold. Oh. buy
it of me, and don't harm mammals hair"
The barber must have taken it more
roughly than he intended, for the shell part
ed, and lay in halves on his hand, and out
dropped a slip of thin white paper.
Kitty gave a scream and clutched her
precious egg, but found, to her joy, that it
was not broken. 1t opened with spring,
and now closed again, perfect as before. NJ.
Brian examined the slip of paper, and gave
a wild Irish hooray Learned, of course, from
the could Irish woman who had reared
him).
''Be the poiper that played before Julius
Caesar, till the ould hathen danced to the
tune of the wind that shakes the barley, av
this same bit o. paper isn't a chick for $500.
''What!" cried Mrs Samson, ss with a
quick movements of her well hand she twist
ed up her hair, pinned it close, and hid it
under her Widows cap. ''Three hundred
dollars! 1t can't be possible! Who would
send such a sum of money!
Conscience moneyr' suggested NJ.
Brian.
''Im nobody's conscience that know of,
except-ah It's the very amount of the pre-
miums that were paid on my poor husbands
life policy
''That's it, thin-depind on it, ma'am!'
''To send it in such way! But it comes
too late. l can't get it cashed till tomorrow
and my child is starvingu'
''Now, God forbid :" exclaimed the barber,
looking about, and observing the poverty
stricken room. cam We couldn't tell me
sooner" he said, reproachfully. "Begorra,
but I'll soon fix all this thin" And away he
ran across the street to his own house. In
less time than it takes tell it he was back
again, accompanied by his assistant, with
wood and coal and basket Of provisions,
and before nightfall there was such cheer
and comfort in Widow Samson's room as had
too long been absent from it.
can there's money" said Mister O'Brien
bless me? AK his pardon, NJ. Brian, put
ting both silver and bills in the little widow s
hand. eye can pay me when We loike."
''But you can't have my hair.''
GAS to that, just give me a mortgage ON it,
an wee bit lock for sample. Sure, acus-
hla, We made mistake intirely: twas on
yer head wanted We to giveit me. What
wud I be dom with all that fine hair, an
nobody to wear it? AM there isn't money
enough in Ameriky to buy it. Arrah, darlin'
sure yen be givin' it to me afther awhile.
Say We will"
Mrs. Samson smiled and blushed as he
caught up her scissors from the sewing mac
hine. "There's the sample" she said, cut
ting off a lovely shining lock.
''An' there's the mortgage, signed by both
parties,'' said the saucy barber, as he caught
the little widow in his arms, and bestowed a
kiss on her rosy lips that almost awoke little
Kitty, curled up asleep in the next room.
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