The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1890-08-29
DIMPLE And ~DUMPLTNG.
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There was only one chair vacant in a
downtown barber shop the other day when
a tall young man, accompanied by a lady
and a lovely little girl Of FIVE, entered and
calling the head barber to one side gave
him a few explicit directions. Then tie
little girls hat was removed and the bar
Der enyeloped her in one Of the big white
aprons. The young man lifted her up in
the BARRIERS chair with a whispered ord Of
reinsurance, and the lady, after kissing
her, passed her hands caressingly over all
the beautiful golden brown curls. Then
she sat down in a corner where the child
could not see her face and pulled out her
pocket-bandkerchief
BY this time the occupants OF the five
other chairs had become vastly interested.
All eyes were liked on the weet baby face
with its curly halo. 1t was a pale little
face, aud there were no losebuds on its
cheeks, but above them were Two glorious
gray eyes that shone like a pair Of stars.
On each side of the little face rested a par
ticularly fat curl. The child placed her
hand upon each as the barber advanced
With the big shears and gazed beseeching-
ly up into his face.
Now, Mr.. Barber, l want you to leave
Dimple and Dumping anti the very last
cut all the rest of them off first, please.
| shall miss them dreadfully, you know,
me and Dimple and Dumping have alw y
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.. Barbel9'
"No, miss. l amt got none at ALL"
III SECRETS COME OUT.
And haven't you got no mamma, Mr.
Barber? My mamma is going to put
Dumping into her Don't You Remember
box. Did you ever see a Don't You Re-
member box, Mr.. Barber?"
mo, miss, l never did,
Mamma has got such a funny lot of
things il it. There's a little bit of orange
blossom, and a little pinaiore that Alec
used to wear. That's ALEC over there at
the " indow. And there's a little red shoe
that was our little bruffer's. His name
was Robin, and he died before any of us
was borned, you know"
AT this moment the mother stepped for
ward and whispered to the little ei1l.
There was an old gentleman with a very
red face in one of the chairs who shook
like a yerltable jelly at the chiId's remark.
Big brother Alec was blushing furiously,
and the whole barber shop was all agog.
There was silence for a moment or two
while the scissors went snip. snip, snip.
Then the little prattler broke forth again.
Mamma says I'm talking too much,
Mr. Barber; but if | don't talk | shall be-
gin to cry. l cried awfully yesterday, you
know SO did mamma and nurse. That
was hen the doctor come and said they'd
have to be cut off. We all cried-'celt
Cecil. He's eight. He never CT ies-'cept-
ing lien mamma spanks him. Then he
hoHls. But at last stepped crying, for
Alec said he'd take me to lunch with him
when we came i'll to have it done; nurse
said she'd lot me sit up till half-past I for
a whole 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 watiss, Mr.. Barber?'
The barber replied in the affirmative,
and there v as silence for a little while.
Have you got a sweetheart, Mr.. Bar
ber?" a little litter ran around the room,
and the barber turned as rcd as his pole
outside. but he replied in the negative.
"Alee's got one" pursued the child.
HE goes to tea with her on Sunday. Cecil
says Les awfully 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 30 avail.
TICKET To THE BASE BALL GAME.
'Now, miss, just please sit steady a
minute"
The scissors gave a snip and poor Dump
ling fell down in her lap. Dimple fol-
low ed an instant later, and the child gazed
r~ueiully at the two beautiful severed curls.
"Good-by, Dumping and Dimple," she
said, aud 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, MIR. Barber? Cos if you do I'm
going to give you a present. Would you
like a ticket for our base ball match, Mr..
B4rber?"
She pulled cut a little bit of Dashboard
from her pocket and handed it to him: