The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1890-07-20
DrAPLs AND DUMPL1Ne
Sad Fate Of Two Cherished Little r.
nocentsL
Fronl The Chicago HeraId.

From the Chicago Herald.
There was only one chair vacant in a
downtown barber shop the other day when
a tall young man, accompanied by a ledv
and lovely little girl of 5, entered ana
calling the head barber to one side gave him
a few explicit directions. Then thu iit,I,
| girls hat was removed and the barber, -
veloped her in one of the big white anrons
! The young man lifted her up in barbar,.
/ chair with a whispered word of reasSn-
auce, and the lady, after kissing her. passad
| her hands carressingly over all the bearti@
| full golden brown curls. Then she sat dovv,,
in a corner where the child could NOT Sc
her face and pulled cut her pocket -handker.
| chief
By this time the occupants of the tiva
other chairs had become vastly Interested
All eyes were fixed on the sweet baby fsc.
with its curly halo. 1t was a pale littia
race, and ere were no rosebuds on its
cheeks, but above them were two glorioIs
gray eyes that shone like pair of SARA
On each side of the little face rested a narS
tlcularly fat curl. The child D aced her
, hand upon each as the barber advanced
with the big shears and gazed beseech:nglv
up into his face.
Now, Mr.. Barber, want you to Ieaya
Dimple and Dumping until the very last
cut all the rest of them off first. please
shall miss them dreffully, you Know. me-
and Dimple aud Dumping has always been
such friends. Dimple is going out to my
papa in a letter. My papa is way out in
Ceylon, you know. You haven't got a papa
way out in Ceylon, Mr.. Barber"
mo, miss; l amt got none at ALL"
FAMILY SECRETS COME OUT.
And haven't you got no mamma, Mr.
Barber! My mamma is going to put Dunn
ling into her Don't You Remember box.
box, Mr.. Barber9"
mo. miss; L never did,
Mamma he's got such funny lot of
things in it, There's little bit of orange
blossom, and and little pinafore that Alec
used to wear. That's Alec over there at
the window. And there's little red shoe
that was our little bruffer's. His name was
Robin, and he died before any of us was
horned, you know"
AT this moment the mother stepped for
ward and whispered to the little girl. There
was an old gentleman with very red face
IN one OF the chairs who shook like veri-
table jelly at the child's remark. Big
brother Alec was blushing furiously, and
the whole barber shop was all agog.
There was silence for moment or two
while the scissors went snip, snip, snip,
Then the little prattler broke forth again.
Mamma says Pm talking too much, Mr.
Barber; but if don't talk shall begin to
cry. cried awfully yesterday, you know:
| so did mamma and nurse. That was when
the doctor came and said they'd have to bs
cutted off. We all cried-'cept Cecil. He's
s. He never cries-'cepting when mamma
spanks him. Then he bowls. But at last
stopped crying, for Alec said he'd take
me to lunch with him when we came in to
have it done; nurse said she she'd let me sit
| VI. till 1880 O'Clock for a week; mammals
| going to get me a silver thimble and
| cook is going to have waffies for tea when
we get back. Do you like waffles, Mr..
BarberY
The barber replied in the affirmative, and
there was silence for little while.
Have you got sweetheart, Mr.. Bar
berT A litter ran around the room, and
the barber turned as red as his pole outside.
but he replied in the negative.
'Alec's got one.n pursued the child. "He
goes to tea with her on Sunday. Cecil says
he's awfully sweet on her. Cecil knows.
too; he was under the sofa whenn-
But Alec waited to hear no further He
bolted bodily and waited on the corner until
the ordeal was at end. The lady arose and
whispered some further cautions, but thew
proved of no avail
A TICKET TO THE BASE BALL GAME.
'Now. miss, just please sit steady q
minute.n
The scissors gave a snip and poor Dump
ling fell down into her lap. Dimple fol-
lowed an instant later, and the child gazed
ruefuJy at the two beautiful severed curls.
"Good-bv, Dumping and Dimple," she
said, and the tears began to gather.
Thank you very much, Mr.. Barber
said the little child. holding her hand out,
when me and Cecil get whiskers we'll come
to you to cut them off. Do you play base
ball, Mr. Barber? Cos if you do Pm going
to give you a present. Would you like a
ticket for our base ball match, Mr.. Barber!'
She pulled ont little bit of pasteboard
from her pocket and handed it to him:
GRAND BASE BALL MATCH