Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1888-10-04

Beatrice. "lt must be done, my dear. IL
must be done. :"
Beatrice, who now had the boy, Rugged
him tightly. al WON'T can't do it, !"
she said.
''We shall be traced all over the world
by II, my dear" said Mrs. Miller, sadly.
'Oh, Sarah! 1t is too cruel-too cruel!
See, let us twist it up and hide it. "
Herewith she twisted up Harry's sun
ny locks, turned them over the top of his
head, and fastened them with hair-pin.
ii hat was replaced and very comical
the boy looked with his hair grow Rg up
ward.
And very pretty he looked when a min
ute afterward, thinking this was a new
sort of game, he shook off his hat, shook
out the knot and, presto! down fell the
glowing cloud again.
1t was tucked up again. 1t was shaken
out again-and again and again. 1t was
fine sport for the baby, but Beatrice be-
gan to look mildly at her maid. who
| shooi her head ominously. 1--WE shall
be followed everywhere, y she said. Bea-
trice sighed.
He'll be a big boy in no time, my
pretty, said sarah, then 1t must come
oil. Don't run the risk row. There's
not such hair in the three Kingdoms"
Beatrice kissed the soft cloud, and said
that Is why it was such a sin. Sarah,
without a word drew out newspaper
and large pair of br ght scissors. Bea-
trice turned away to hide her tears.
Sarah cut a hole in the center of the
newspaper hole Just big enough for
the boy to put his cad through. He did
so, and thought it great fun. His blue
eyes danced with delight Hold the
corners, miss said Sarah Beatrice
with ave ted eyes took two of them in her
trembling hands. The cruel work began.
Clip. clip, clip, went the scissors, every
clip seeming to cut Beatrice's heart IN
five minutes the work was roughly done,
and the glory Of Harry's hair gone forever.
Beatrice positively sobbed. She gathered
up every thread of gold, kissed and wept
over the wreck, then put 1t away to be
treasured ur. She clasped her disfgured
darling to her breast
h, my poor little boy" she cried.
MY little shorn lamb. Oh, 1t was cruel,
too cruel A cruel, wicked mother | am
TO you, my pet She Rugged the boy
and bewailed the loss of his curls-a loss
which the late proprietor appeared to
view with intense sat sfaction. He was
experiencing a new sensation, and at
CNtlg dSt a INV oCiotAlbl 10 "a hltiNNSA Va
great interes.
Presently something seemed 10 stir
Beatrice into great ANNA ion.
"Mo her" she said, Mother. Listen,
my pet. say after me, mother"
He smiled his little smile, pursed up
his lips, and made, for the first tempt.
a very fair imitation Of the word. The
tears streamed down Beatric IS cheeks,
She kissed the boy passionately ''Say
it again-say it always" she cried
''mother, mother, mother"
The little au ocrat, being in high cool
temper. tohsente TO humor her, and all
the way to London Beatrice taught her
boy the new word, even made him dimLy
comprehend that was in future to be
the title of the pc son whom his lisping
tong had until now only given the
name of Bee-Bee, or some such infantile
rendering of tn style by which he heard
her adde's
The comfort which his readiness to
catch up the new word brought to Bea-
trice's heart almost compensated for the
regret she felt at The ruthless deed which
had been done by the scissors.