The morning call., 1890-05-27
ALL FOR LOVE.

Sheep-pasture. Apparently she was watch
ing a motherly hen-tuThey conduct her
downy brood through the high timothy
grass, but in reality she was wrestling with
fate.
d" It's perfectly ridiculous" said Keturah.
There never was in all this world girl
with hair half as ugly as mine. II it hadn't
been for that hair might have been married
half q dozen times, instead OF drudglng on
here with my father scolding because l
don't accomplish more housework, and my
stepmother deluging me with good advice.
Oh dearl oh dear! would pluck 1t out by
the roots and throw 1t TO the winds II 1t
would 90 any good
And she seized the luckless red-gold
treSses, Il handful in each grasp, as II she
would have twitched them out OF her head:
But what silly thing that would be,
said Barbara Decifer, who sat on stump
of tree, hulling the rich garden straw
| berries which she had just gathered from
the sunny beds under the Stone-wall.
Why on earth don't you dye Il?
Why don't I-what?" asked ketrrah,
| turning round III amaZement.
Dye it," repeated Barbara; popping
| particularly ripe sphere of scarlet into her
mouth. Its what Mrs. Peller's city
boarder did when was there last summer.
| She was as gray as a badger, Miss Perkins
was, and yet her hair shone like crows
tail feathers. 1 see her putting on dye
once. l looked through the crack OF the
door once when l was Assembling oIl-cloth,
and it was as easy as you please. VI course
black wont suit you, but there's plenty
colors that would"
Keturah's eyes glistened
Oh, Barbara" she said. do you think
could?"
Think? 1 don't think anything about
it," said Barbara, tiinging a mlldewed
berry at squirrel on the fence. " I'm
Of il the Sfutf
Mill IL Tweezers. I've seen it many time
in their glass showcase, and"
Just at that moment however, Mrs
Hitchings, keturah's Stepmother, was
whether she was to be KEEP waiting all
day long with the preserving kettle over
the fire Tor them straw berrleS?'
Barbara jumped up and fled. Keturah
stood still, meditating over the disclosure
that she had just heard.
She went down the path to q certain
crystal-clear spring, into whose depths she
had often gazed 10 look for the traditional
rings displayed by the fairies to those vino
are about to lind their true lovers.
1t was her fayorite mirror, and just at
this period of this sunny summer day it
was clearer than any sheet of looking
glass.
"Horrid," said Keturah, grimacing at the
c0pper-red buruish OF her hair reflected be-
low.
deep. still waters focused the suns rays in
sort of circle; for a second it seemed as
if a ring of gold shone far down and then
disappeared.
Keturah's eyes sparkled and her heart
beat rapidly.
The fairies wedding-ring," she gasped,
Il saw II with my own eyes, but of course
nothing Will ever come OF 1t as long as my
hair Is such hldeouS color. l will get it
dyed"
And in her mantal consciousness che ra
membered that Harry Boyce, who went to
college with her brother Simeon, would be
there that very week, and that Harry had
once said, What pretty girl that little
Kit was"
But of course he couldn't have noticed
my hair" thought keturah, mournfully. 1T
doesn't show so awfully bad when L sit in
corner where it's pretty dark. It's the sun
shine that brings it out such an intense car
rOt-red. will dye it,"
So that very evening in the friendly in
dlstlnctness Of the purple twilight, keturah
crept down to Mill IL Iweezer's and waited
patiently for an old farmer 10 buy an ounce
OF Paris green Tor pOtatO-bugS and his
daughter TO select bottle OF cheap per-
fumery, for two tall lads to get physi-
clans prescription put up and plump
checked child TO purchase cents worth Of
| peppermint drops before she came to the
counter.
"WelI, Miss" said the sleepy old drug
bulating toy which had got out of order,
and, as he winked dreariIy behind his
spectacles, asked, what can do for you?"
keturah's heart seemed to leap into her
mouth, every drop of blood rushed to her
| face. while in a guilty whisper she muir
INJURED, Hair dye. if you please"
Dyer" repeated the purbllnd and par
tally deaf old man. What kind Of dye?"
IL don't quite know. sir. The usual
kind, | suppose, Anything but black"
a ahH nd har inn Rar -
smile old Mr.. Mill put up for her bottle
Of the brightest analine red he possessed.
Gals is always partial to bright colcrs,"
| he said to himself.
And Keturah ran all the way home, as if
| the whip-poor- Ills and rabbits would
| know that she had q bottle OF hair dye
| wrapped up in her handkerchief.
Once safe IN her own little garnet room
| she rubbed the mixture well in to the roots
| OF her hair, brushing 1t to the very ends,
| according to the description gwen by Bar
| bara of the city boarder's" manipulations.
She had scarcely finished when she heard
her stepmother's voice calling: "Keturah,
| ket-u-ra-ah."
"Ma'am," she chirped feebly back.
Come downstairs, quick" said Mrs.
Hitchings, in sort OF stage shout up the
back stairs. Here's your brother Sim and
Harry Boyce come by the nights stage and
supper to get for them and nobody knows
And momentarily forgetful of the chief
| sorrow of her life, Keturah IAN down the
| stairs to be kissed by Sim and chivalrously
| greeted by MIR. BOyce.
Both student-lamps were lighted, and
| Mrs. Hitchings had even gone to the ex-
| travagance of q pair of mould-candles on
| the mantelpiece; and as keturah turned to
| help set the table there was q unanimous
shout Of laughter.
"Why, Ket, how do you come to be
off NTH I'd III
asked Simeon.
What on earth als your hair?" asked
her father.
And keturah, catching glimpse of her
self in cherry-framed looking-glass which
hung opposite, uttered shrek of dismay
| and took to precipitous flight.
Her head no longer bore the old hue Of
| coppery red, but now displayed the vivid
| cardinal shade Of farmer Rumford's new
| barn door. AS she fastened to hide herself
| she heard the laughter choked voice of
Simeon exclaiming, well, l always knew
| that red hair was fashionable; but l didn't
know that girls were so wild after it as to
dye their bangs the regular blazing YER
| Million"
Mrs. Hitchings had to get the supper her
| self that night. 1t was Barbara's evening
| out and Keturah was nowhere to be found.
1t was nearly 10 o'clock when the weeping
girl, coming up the long, pear-tree walk,
met Mr.: BOyce face to face.
=, ION LuH away, Aeturan, ne SAID
kindly. Don't make all enemy of one
who. would like to be friend. l have SO
much to say to you, Keturah."
I've washed it and washed it, and it
wont come out" sobbed poor Keturah.
Washed what?" questioned Mr.. Boyce.
MY hair-my horrid. hideous, hateful
Never mind your hair" said Mr.. Boyce,
gently drawing her arm through his.
| "But-it was such dreadful color, and
| dyed it; and they gave me the wrong color
| And, oh, / am almost sure that it will never
come natural again."
prettiest auburn-gold shade in the world"
"Oh, Mr.. Boyce; do you really think so ?"
Upon my honor, | do. But don't you
want to hear my news?'
"Of course do" whispered Keturah.
well, then, Ketty, here it is. L have re-
ceived my first call to the pastorate of a