Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1890-09-06

how much the use of the hair dye would
improve his appearance, and feared that
it would make hia Irresistible to So
phronia 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-
bered that she had In the cupboard, In
her own room, q large 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
of the window, and fill it instead with
blue ink.
There" said she, when. this was &C
complished. Il don't believe Mr.. Jen-
kins will improve his appearance much
by the use of this"
Her conscience reproached her some
what with what she had done, but she
felt that desperate emergencies required
desperate remedies, as this certainly
was.
Mr.. Jenkins, meanwhile, had con-
cluded not to make immediate use of
his hair dye, but to defer it till the next
Thursday evening, when he had re-
ceived an invitation to attend a party
at the house of Squire Jones, the father
of his beloved Sophronia. He felt that
the unexpected youthfqlness of his
appearance on that occasion would be
decidedly in his favor.
As might naturally be expected he
| longed to have the time come, but time
will not hasten his fight, even for i'm
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
faint candle to assist him in his task,
and this prevented his discovering the
deception which had been practiced
upon him. In fact, in the dim light,
the mixture looked dark and he sup
posed it was all right. After rubbing
in what he supposed would be sufficient
for the first application, and 1 may re-
mark that upon this point he certainly
did not exhibit any remarkable economy,
Mr.. jenkins leisurely proceeded to dress
himself in his most becoming attire.
His toilet was somewhat protracted,
and I should be afraid to tell you how
many minutes he expended in adjusting
his cravat. But the fact was that our
hero had made up his mind to make
this evening the declaration which he
had long contemplated, provided he
could find favorable opportunity.
But there is an end to all things, and
so there was an end to Mr.. Jenkins
toilet. About o'clock he came down
stairs, and merely opened the sitting
room door to say:
II am going out to party this even
ing, Mrs. Wiggin, and shan't be at home
very early. You need not sit up for me
as you know have pass key"
Mrs. Wiggin could scarcely keep her
countenance while her ledger was
speaking, for she saw at once that he
had fallen into the trap she had laid for
him, and In consequence that both his
hair and whiskers had become a de-
cided blue.
II guess" she laughed to herself,
shat Sophronia won't fancy that color
any better than the other"
Quite unconscious of what had be.
fallen him, Mr.. Jenkins proceeded to
the party. Going up to the gentlemen's
room, he took of his hat and coat and
went down to the parlors where most
of the company had already assembled.
Somehow he seemed to attract a great
deal of attention, but this he expected,
and very naturally attributed it to what
he considered the very decided improve
ment which had taken place in his ap-
pearance.
mo doubt" he thought, proudly,
"they scarcely recognize me, I look so
much younger than before"
And he glanced around the room with
a look of complacent self-satisfaction.
But there was one thing that puzzled
him not a little. The expression Of
every face that looked at him seemed to
be struggling with laughter. Now what
there was to laugh at in his appearance
was more than he could divine. To
OSO VIC Hall was uuAtS u COLuu1On GA1uSI
and not at all amusing.
He looked towards Sophronia, but
she, too, had smile upon her face. He
fattered himself, however, that it was
from different cause. No doubt she
was happy to see him looking so well.
} He would go up and speak with her.
at is beautiful evening, Sophro-
! Miss Jones" he said, stammering in
some confusion.
Very" said she, casting down her
eyes and toying with the fan which she
carried.
Il need not ask if you are well, for
, have seldom seen you looking better, I"
he continued in tone of gellantry, re-
: covering his self-coinmand as he OBJ
served her evident embarrassment.
! THANK you," sad SophrUnia, still
/ looking down.
Paul looked hastily about him. He
} saw that no one was near, and deter
mined to seize this opportunity to de-
, eide his fate.
[ %Sophronia," he said, you may
J think me precipitate, but you must ex-
cuse it when you consider my feelings.
: I love you ardently-devotedly. Will
| you be mine?"
ct have one obieetion- she said