The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1885-07-01
INTERESTING STORY.
KETURAH'S CIRCULATION,

euct her downy brood through the high
timothy grass but in reality she was wrest-
ling with fate.
It's perfectly ridiculous !" said Keturah
There never was in all this world a girl
with half as ugly hair as mine. If it hadn't
been for that hair, I might have had the
chance of being married half dozen times,
instead of drudging on here, with my father
scolding because don't accomplish more
housework, and my stepmother delugng
me with good advice. Oh, dear, oh, dear
l would pluck it out by the roots, if it would
do any good |"
And she seized the luckless red-gold tres
ses, handful in each grasp, as If she fain
would have twitohed them out of her head
But what very silly thing that would
be! !" said Barbara Decifer, who sat on
stump of a tree, hulling the rich garden
Strawberries, which she had just gathered
from the sunny beds under the stone wall.
Why on earth don't you dye ita"
Why don't What ?" said Keturah,
turning around in sheer amazemeut.
"Dye it /" repeated Barbara, popping a
particularly bright ripe sphere Of scarlet
into her mouth. :" It's what Mrs. Peller's
city boarder did when was help there last
summer. She was as gray as badger, Miss
Perkins was; and yet her hair shone like a
crows tail-feathers. I seen i.er putin on
the dye once, through the crack of the door,
when was a-scrubbin' the hall oil-cloths,
and it was as easy as you please. OF course
black dye won't suit you, but there's plenty
of colors would"
keturah's eyes glistened.
Oh, Barbara !" said she, do you think
could ?"
Thinka I don't think nothin' about
It, said Barbara, finging q widowed berry
At n squirrel on the fence. "Pm sure of il.
You can get the stuff at Mill & Tweezer,s.
I've seen it many time in their glass show.
ease. and"
Just at this moment, however, Mrs.
Hitchings, Keturah's stepmother, was heard
shrilly inquiring from the back door.
whether she was to be KEEP waiting all
day long, with the preserving-kettle over
the fire, for them strawberries ?"
Barbara jumped up and iie6. Keturah
stood still, meditating over the disclosure
that she had just heard.
She went down the path to a certain crys-
tal-clear spring, into whose depths she had
often gazed to look for the traditional ring
displayed by the fairies to those who are
about to find their true lovers.
1t was her favorite mirror, and just at this
period of the sunny, summer day it was
clearer than any sheet of looking glass.
Horrid !" said Keturah, grimacing at
the copper-red FURNISH of her hair reflected
below
But just then some languid movement Of
the deep, still waters focused the SUMS rays
in sort Of circle; for second it seemed
As il ring of gold shone far down, and
then disappeared.
Keturah's eyes sparkled, and her heart
beat rapidly.
g The fairies wedding ring" she gasped.
81 saw Il with my own eyes. But, of
course, nothing will ever come of it as long
an my hair is such hideous-hideous color.
I will get it dyedl"
And, in her mental consciousness, she
remembered that Harry Boyce, who went to
college with her brother Simeon, would be
there that very week, and that Harry had
,nce said, " What pretty girl that little
Kitty was"
but, of course, he couldn't have noticed
my hair" thought Keturah, mournfully.
I" II doesn't show so awfully bad when sit
in corner where it's pretty dark. It's the
sunshine that brings it out such On intense
carrot color. will dye ~
So that veiy evening, in the friendly in
distinctness of the purple twilight, Keturah
crept down to Mill & Tweezer's, and waited
patiently for an old farmer to buy an ounce
Of Paris green for potato bugs, and his
daughter to select bottle of cheap perfum-
sry, for two tall lads to get physicians
prescription made up, and q plump checked
child to purchase cents worth of pepper.
mint drops, before she came up to the coun.
Ter.
swell, miss" said the sleepy old drug
gist, who moved about like patent peram-
bulating toy which had got out of order,
and winked drearily behind his spectacle
glasses, what can do for you ?"
Keturah's heart seemed to leap up into
her mouth, every drop of blood rushed te
her face, while in guilty whisper she muir
INJURED:
Hair-dye, sir, please"
"Dye ?' repeated the purblind and par
nslly deaf old man. What kind of dye ~
I'll don't quite know, sir The usual
kind, suppose. Anything but black, !" she
sdded, remembering Barbara's remark.
And with Yes, yes" and patronizing
smile, old Mr.. Mill put her up a bottle of
the brightest aniline-red that he possessed.
Gals is always partial to bright colors,"
he said to himself.
And Keturah ran all the way home, rs if
The whip poor-wills and rabbits would know
that she had bottle of hair-dye wrapped
up in her northumberland.
Once safe in her own little gsrret-room.
she rubbed the mixture we'll into the roots
Of her hair, bushing it out to the very ends,
according to Barbara's description of the
" city boarder's manipaiations.
She had scarcely finished, when she heard
her htspznothers voice calling:
"Keturahl Ke-tu-ra-ah."
" Ma'am ?" she chirped fssbly back
"Come down stairs quick !" said Mrs.
Hitchings, in sort of stage shout up ths
back stairs. Here's your brother, Sim,
and Harry Boyce, come by the night stage,
and supper TO get for 'em, and nobody