Woodville Republican. (Woodville, Miss.) 185?-current, 1889-02-16

maiden sister watched these actions with
suspicion, threw scornful looks at him
when he observed her watchfulness, and
lent kindly helping hand when he Wss
out. Of sight The parlor grew into a
shrine ready for its divinity, and the
hair-dresser worked and waited in
silence. All, how many another lover
has made his mistakel As if love unex-
pressed and unknown had power to
bless any but the heart of the lover
Mean while the girl also waited. She
could not go back to the hair-dresser's
shop lest she should seem I'd invite re-
hewal Of those attentions which had
given her the sweet surprise Of the joy
81 love. Tho law Of her woman's ms
thrs stood like d lion in the path: Shs
waited through the months 81 she
dreary winter till the one CLEAN q sum
shine which had come into her sad
young life had faded, till the warmth ii
had kindled in her heart died--as
lamps flame dies for lack of oil; died
AS flower dies in the droughti died
into anger for the man who had dis
turbed her peace; and when she
thought she cared for him no more;
she went again to get her hair cut.
"You have come, " said Saihton; But
the very strength Of his feeling made
him grave.
GOOD gracious, yes, have come to
have my hair cut. You would not Cut
II when l was here, and have been
very poorly these three months. l
could not come out, so the other day /
had my sister cut it of. Ny father want
ed to send for you, but said no, and
oh! it looks just as If a donkey had
come behind and mistaken It for hay."
How quickly train OF thought car
fash through the brainl Sainton asked
himself if he loved the girl or the hair,
and his heart answered, very sincerely,
that the hair, divine as 1t was, had been
but the outward sign which led him to
love the inward soul of the girl.
"Mademolselle ought not to have said
mo- should have come very willingly,
and would have cut your hair if / had
known 1t must be So"
Il made my sister cut it; but it's
frightful. It looks as il one had tried
to NOW lawn with pair Of scissors,
or shear a sheep with a penknife,
II will make all that right" said
Sainton, soothingly; Il will make it all
right. just in moment will make it
very nice"
Yes, 1t was too true, the hair was
gone; and very barbarously it had been
handled. II shall make it all right"
he said, cheerfully, ~ shall trim it
beautifully for mademoiselle. All, the
beautiful color is there'all the same"
"As red as sunset or a geranium," she
said.
"You do not believe that" sighed
Sainton. He trimmed the hair very
tenderly, and curled it softly round the
white face, till it looked like a great
fair marigold just beginning to curl in
its petals for the night He worked
slowly, for he had something he wanted
to say, and when his work was done he
summoned up courage and said it. He
tod her his hopes and fears. He told
the story blunderingly enough, but 1t
had its effect.
mon Dieur' said Sainton, but he said
it in tone that made his sister, who,
was listening to every word through tn,
door, leave that occupation and dart in
to his assistance.
"Qu'elle est mor!e," was her brief,
stern comment AID so it was. Tn,
bakers daughter had felt, and she hat
died
This is not wholly unexpected
said the baker, sadly, when he came to
carry away the corpse of his daughter
1--WE all expected it," said the neigh
bors; ''she had heart-disease. And
they talked their fill, and never discov-
cred the truth it would have pleased
Gnem DeSG 10 tAlk ABOUT.
The short hair curled softly about the
face of the dead girl as she lay in her
coffin, and Sainton paid heavily for
masses for her sweet soul. When they
laid her in the church-yard he came
home and took the key, and went into
the little parlor all alone. She had
never seen it. She had never even
heard Of it. 1t is sad to bury a baby
that is dead it is sadder, if we but
knew it, to bury in darkness and silence
a child that has never lived. A Joy
that has gone from us forever is jewel
that trembles like tear on Sorrows
breast, but the brightest star in her
diadom are the memories of hopes that
have passed away unrealized and UNI
told. All, we'll, perhaps the gay trap
pings OF the little room, by their daily
influence on his life, drew him nearer
to Heaven. He gave the key to his
sister afterward, and they used the
room as their own; but that day he
locked himself in alone, and, hiding his
face in the cushions of her dainty chair.
he wept as only a strong man can weep,
Earnest Duns, in Harper's Weekly,
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Never lrritate Your Husband.
A wife must necessarily learn to form
her husbands happiness, in what direc-