The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1885-12-11
The Hair Merchants Story.

81 had q SUfdliSS SApOiASllSS OhCO IA
human hair" said a member of the
Arm Of John E. LAHORE & Co., human
b.r importers. "a French lady OF
nobIe blood, who has been my friend
For wears, wrote me a few months ago,
;rcIosing a lock of hair which vas a
nocuIiar shade of drab and of silky
Snpness. She wanted me to match it,
and | set about doing so.
~ inserted an advertisement in the
rrincipal Philadelphia, New York and
RostOn papers, offering q liberal re-
ward for a switch of the desired quail
itv and color. One day a woman of
about 20 years OF age, shabbily
dressed. but with a form and facethat
Venus might have envied, entered my
Office.
az came to answer to your adver-
tisement,' she said, and, removing
her hat. unbound q luxuriant coil of
hair that called from me an involunta-
nv crv ofadmiration. will this dor
she asked.
II examined her yair and compared
It with the sample sent me by the
Countess. The two were SO similar
that when l mixed them together |
could not distinguish one from the
other.
""This hair is exactly what | want
Isaid, and / will give you 5000 an
ounce for it.
"'Take it off, she said, with a nerv-
GUS trembling of her voice that at
once attracted my attention. Il am
starving, l and my baby, and what
you are willing to pay is a fortune to
US
~ became interested and questioned
her. After a little hesitation she told
me her story. Her husband had been
a sea captain and shortly after they
we're married had sailed for the west
coast of Africa. His vessel was eve
heard of after leaving port, and it was
presumed that she had foundered at
sea and all hands had been lost. The
presumed widow had struggled to
maintain herself and infant child, but
with Indifferent success. Finally, when
suffering from the pangs of hunger, she
had read my advertisement and
fastened to my place of business,
praying inwardly that her hair, which
had been her husbands pride, might
be of the required shade.
"Well, bought her hair which weigh
ed four ounces, and paid her $500 for
it. sent the switch to my customer,
the Countess, and wrote her the his
tory of the hair. She is a woman of
great wealth ana goodness of heart.
The return mail brought me q letter
authorizing me to pay the poor little
sailors widow 81, 900 extra. | wrote
an account of the affair which was
published. One day, about three
weeks after the publication Of the
story, q man who was bronzed and
bearded, camein into my officeyery much
excited. He held in his hand a copy
OF q New York paper and unfolding it
pointed to my story.
"tCan you give me the address of
this woman he asked eagerly. sShe
is my wife. Thought her dead"
"While | wrote down the address he
told me his story. His vessel had been
shlpwrecked on the African coast, and
ue anu TWO OCnefS Oh the crew dlOn6
managed to reach the shore. 1t was
several months before they managed
to reach q civilized port. He imme-
diately sent word of the disaster to
the owners of the foundered vessel and
wrote to his young wife. From the
former he received a reply, but he
heard no word from his wife, and when
ne reached Philadelphia he discovered
that she had m~ysteriously disappear
ed. One day in looking over a paper
he came across my story andhadhur
RED to my ofiiceto learn fuller garticu-
lars. / sent him to his wife in mycar-
rlage, and you can imagine what oc-
Cured at the meeting, for each believed
the other dead. Wrote to the Coun.
tess, giving the sequel to the story,
and the result was that the ship
wrecked captain now commands her
yacht, and the wife who sacrificed her
hair to buy bread sails with him on
every voyage. '-Philadelphia Times.