Connecticut western news., 1886-04-28

sI-I don't quite know, sir! The usual kind, suppose. Anything but black" she added, remembering Bar bara's remark.
 And with 'eYes, yes," and patron izing smile, old Mir. Mill put her up bot tie of the brightest aniline-red that he possessed.
 ''Gals is always partial to bright col ors," he said to himself.
 And Keturah ran all the way home, as if the whip-poor-wills and rabbits would know that she had bottle of hair-dye wrapped up in her pocket-handkerchief.
 Once safe in her own little garret-room, she rubbed the mixture we'll into the roots of her hair, brushing it out to the very ends, according to Barbara's de- scription of the ''city boarder's" manipu- lations.
 She had scarcely finished, when she heard her stepmother's voice calling:
 .'Keturah! Ke-tu-ra-ahp'
 'Ma'am9'' she chirped feebly back.
 s'Come down stairs quickl' said Mrs. Hitchings, in sort of stage shout up the back stairs. "Here's your brother, Sim, and Harry Boyce, come by the night stage, and supper to get for lem, and mo- body knows what all Do make hastel"
 And momentarily forgetful of the chief sorrow of her life, Keturah ran blithely down stairs to be kissed by Sim and chivalrously greeted by MT. Boyce.
 Both student-lamps were lighted, and Mrs. Hitchings had even gone to the ex- travagance of pair of mould candles on the mantlepiece, and as Keturah turned to help set the table there was unani- nous shout of laughter.
 "Why, Kit, how do you come to be topped off with cardinal-red2" jeeringly demanded Simeon.
 'What in all creation ails your haira" said her father.
 And Keturah, catching glimpse of herself in cherry-framed looking glass which hung opposite, uttered shriek of dismay, and took to precipitous flight.
 Her head no longer bore the old hue of coppery- but now display the vivid cardinal hue of Farmer Rumford's new barn-door.
 And as she hastencd to hide herself, she heard the laughter-choked voice of Simeon exclaiming, incoherently:
 "Well, I always knew that red hair was fashionable, but didn't know that the girls were so wild after it as to dye their bangs the regular blazing vermil- ion."
 Mrs. Hutehings herself got the supper that night. It was Barbara's evening out, and poor Keturah was nowhere te-be found. And it was nearly ten o'clock when the weeping girl, coming up the long pear-tree walk, met Mir. Boyce face to face.
 ''Dont run away, Kcturah," said he, kindly. "Don't make an enemy of one who would fain be friend. have SC much to say to you, Keturah." I've washed it and washed it, and il won't come out!" sobbed poor Keturah.
 '.Washed whatl" questioned Mr. Boyce.
 'My hair-my horrid, hideous, hatefu hair!"
 "Never mind your hair," said MT. Boyce, gently drawing her arm through his.
 'sBut-but it was such a dreadful color and I dyed it; and they gave me tn wrong color. And, oh, I'm almost sur never will come natural againm
 "Oh, yes, it will!' said Harry Boyce coaxingly-''the prettiest gold-aubur shade in the world"
 "Oh, MT. Boyce, do you really thin so7"
 'sUpon my soul and honor I do! Bu don't you want to hear my news2'
 ''Of course do," whispered Keturah
 "Well, then, Kitty-my Kitty-her lt IS. AofC ICCCANCO ny u1Sc Sul " VI pastorate of a church in Livingbrook Massachusetts, with the prettiest lttl rectory in the world, of yellowstone, al covered with climbing vines. And all need now is wife to keep house for mt and ask the deacons and deaconesses tea. Will you be that wife, Keturah2"
 "Oh, Harry" she gasped, "do yo think that a woman who dyes her hair , worthy to be minister's wife2"
 'Tf we none of us had any earthly in perfections," said the young ministe elect, smiling, i've should be angel and although you're the nearest ev' } saw to one, Kitty"-with kiss don't want you to float away and lea, me just yet. So I'm rather glad ye haven't arrived at that wing-and-silve 7 trumpet stage"
 And Keturah Hitchings never trouble herself any more about her hair. eff Harry likes it" said she, "I do l -Helen Forest Cranes f The First Blood. :, | When on the nipht of ADril 1S 186