The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1890-07-15
DIMPI1Es AID DUMPING.
THE SAD 8EA1E4 or TWO CHER
IsHEe LITTLE : iNNocENTs.

They We're a. Paf1sof Golden Gurls. -Rrd
Hard Hearted Rsrher Gut Them on.
The Entire seersttHistssSsf One Family
Is Rerealed uhzing tasETryang Ordeal.
There was only one hair svaeanb. in a
downtown barber shop thee krF day when
a tall young nlals aeIsngaRiea By q. lady
and q lovely little girl ct 5, catered, and
calling the head barber TO are side gave
him few explieat direetieAs. Then the
little girls hat was removed and the bar
Der enVeloped her iheae of the big white
aprons. The 5aaRs Eaaa lifted her up into
the barber'sehair With whispered word
of reinsurance, and the lady, after kissing
her, passed her hands eaEessiAgiy ever all
the beautiful golden brown eurls. Then
she sat down in a corner where the child
could not see her face and pulled out her
pockethandkerchief.
By this time the occupants Of the five
other chairs had become vastly interested.
All eyes were fixed On the sweet baby face
with its curly halo. II was a pale little
face, and there were no roseonds on its
cheeks, but above them were two glorious
gray eyes that shone like pair Of stars.
On each side Of the littls faeo rested q par
IlCuldT1Y !.
hand upon each as the barber advanced
with the big shears, and gazed beseec11ogly
up into his face.
'Now, Mr.. Barber, l want you 20 leave
Dimple and Dumping until the very last
cut all the rest of them of frst, please.
l shall miss them drefully, you know; me
and Dimple and 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"
''No, miss. amt got none at al"
FAMILY SECRETS CONE OUT.
"And haven't you got no mamma, Mr..
Barber? My mamma is going to put Dump
ling into her Don't You Remember box.
Did you ever see d Don't You Remember
box, Mr.. Barber?"
"No, miss, l never did"
Mammals has got such funny lot of
things in it. There's little bit of orange
blossom, 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 Buffers. 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 veritable 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 be cutted of. We all cried-'cept
Cecil. He's 8. He never cries-'cepting
when mamma spanks him. Then he howls.
But at last l stopped crying, for Alec said
he'd take me to lunch with him when we
came in to have it done; nurse said she'd
let me sit up till half past for whole
week; mammals going to get me silver
thimble, and cook is going to have watfies
for tea when we get back. Do you like
waffles, Mr.. Barber?
The barber replied in the affirmative,
and then there was silence for little while.
Have you got a sweetheart, Mr.. Bar
ber?" A litter ran around the room, and
the barber turned as red as his pole out
side, but he replied in the negative.
"Alec's got one," pursued the child.
"He goes to tea with her on Sunday. Cecil
saws he's awfulIy sweet on her. Cecil
knows, too; he was under the sofa when"-
But Alec waited to hear no further. He
bolted bodily and waited on the corner
until the ordeal was at an end. The lady
arose and whispered some further cautions,
but they proved of no avail
A TICKET TO THE BASEBALL GAME.
Now, miss, just please sit steady min
ute"
The scissors gave d snip, and poor Dump
ling fell down into her lap. Dtmple fol-
lowed an instant later, and the child gazed
ruefully at the two beautiful severed curls.
"Good-by, 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 OF. Do you play
baseball, Mr.. Barber? Cos IL you do Pm
going to give you present Would you
ike a ticket for our baseball match, Mr..
Barberf"
She pulled out a little bit Of pasteboard
from her pocket and handed it to him:
.--.------ >.----------------- $1,000
GRAND RASERALL MATCH.