The Logan County banner. [volume] (Logan, W. Va.) 1889-1903, 1890-10-23

the morning succeeding his return from
the city. she concluded to take this duty
upon herself In order that she might
thereby have chance to find out the
mystery which puzzled her.
Bridget she said, as the latter was
about TO go upstairs oneher morning err
rand, s'you have more than usual to do
to-day You can stay here and will
clear up Mr.. Jenkins' room this morn
ing"
"Shuer, ma'an and You are very kind, :"
said Bridget little surprised at this ex.
traordinary and unexpected kindness on
the part Of her employer
II don't want you to do too much, "
said Mrs. Wiggin. Il am not one OF
those people that are willing to work
.heir help to death.
When Mrs. Wiggin entered the room
OF her lodger, her first proceeding was
ssoglock the probably in order that
none=of= the dust might get out OF the
room into the entry. Having done this,
she laid down her broom, put on her
glasses, and began to look carefully
sa'etft fIssrsraii t=sshe=seaaned AAesaaaaal-
tclpiccc, next the bureau, and finally
She took the liberty Of opening the up
rcr bureau drawer. Here she found
what she sought. Before her. wrapped
in the same paper, was the mysterious
bottle, Hastily unrolling it she learned
the fatal truth.
1t was hair dye
Why do ] say fatal truth? I will tell
Mira Winntp OF cnpclndpd
what was indeed the truth, that this
locked toward matrimony= knew
how much the use of the hair dye would
improve his appearance, and feared
that it would make him irresistible to
Sophronia Jones.
But what was she to do? Was she to
stand quietly by and suffer this to take
place? No. Mrs Wiggin was woman
of resource, and she sat down with her
head between her hands to consider
what she should do
An idea struck her. She would empty
out the hair dye and substitute some
thing else in its place.. She remem-
bcredSthat she had in tho Cupboard in
her own room, a largo pint bottle of
blue ink. Scarcely stopping to think
she stole out OF the room, and brought
it back with her. Her next proceeding
was to empty the bottle of hair dye out
sbf tho window. and MI 1t Instead with
blue ink.
..There, said she, &hen this was &C.
complished, 81 don't believe Mr.. Jen-
kins will improve bis appearance much
by the use of this.
Her conscience roproached her some
what with what she had done, but She
felt that desperate emergencies re-
-dHfFed- desperate remedies, as this Ger.
tainly was.
Mr.. Jenkins, meanwhile, had con-
cluded not to mako Immediate use of his
hair dye, but to defer it till the next
Thursday evening, when he had re-
ceiyed an invitation to attend party
at the home of Squire Jones, the father
OF his beloved Sophrcnia. He felt that
the unexpected youthfulness6f Ills APP
pearance on that occasion would be de-
cidedly In his favor.
As might naturally be expected he
longed to have the time come, but time
will not hasten his fight, even for Inn
patient lovers. He is much more likely
to retard It, Immediately after tea on
Thursday afternoon Mr.. Jenkins went
up to his room, locked the door, took his
bottle Of hair dye from the drawer, and
proceeded to use it. He had only a
faint candle to assist him in his task,
and this prevented his discovering The