Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1891-08-14
DIMPLE AND DUMPING.

a lady and lovely little girl of five, en-
tered, and calling the head barber to one
side gave him few explicit directions.
Then the little girls hat was removed.
and the barber enveloped her in one of
the big white aprons. The young man
| lifted her up into the BARRIERS chair with
a whispered word Of reinsurance, and the
lady, after kissing her, passed her hands
| caTesslngly over all the beautiful golden
brown cuTls Then she sat down in
cosner, where the child could not see
her face, and pulled out her pocket
handkerchief
by this time the occupants Of the five
other chairs had become vastly interest
ed All eyes We're fixed on the sweet
baby face with its curly halo. 1t was
pale little face, and there were no rose
buds on its cheeks, but above them were
two gloTous gray eyes that shone like
pair of stars. On each side Of the little
face rested particularly fat curl The
child placed her hand upon each as the
barber advanced with the big shears,
and gazed beseechingly up into his face.
Now, MIR, Barber, | want you to
leave Dimple and Dumping until the
very last. Cut all the rest of them off
first, please. shall miss them dreffulIy,
you know. Me and Dimple and Dump
| ling has always been such friends Dim
pie is going out to my papa in a letter
My papa is way out in Ceylon, You know.
You haven't got papa way out in Cey-
Ion, Mr.. Barber"
No, miss; | amt got none at all.
And haven't you got a mamma, Mr.
Barber? My mamma is going to put
Dumping into her Don't You Remem-
Der box. Did you ever see a Don't lou
Remember box, lIr. Barber"
No, miss, never did"
"Mamma's has got such a funny lot Of
things III it. There's little bit Of orange
blossom and Il little pinafore that Alec
used to wear, That's Alec over there
by the window And there's little red
shoe that WAS our little bruffer's. His
name was Robin, ana he died before
any Of us was horned, you know"
At this moment the mother stepped
forward and whispered to the little girl.
! There was an old gentleman with very
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like a verita5le jelly at the child's re-
mark. 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 prattIer broke
forth again.
Mamma says I'm talking too much,
Mr.. Barber; but if don't talk | shall be-
gin to cry. cried awfully yesterday, you
know; so did mammal and nurse. That
was when the doctor came and said
they'd have to be cutted off We all
cried-'cePt Cecil. He's eight years old.
He never cries-'ceptng when mamma
spauks him: then he bowls. But at last
| stopped crying. for Alec said ned 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 a whole week;
mammals going to get me silver
thim5le, and cook is going to have
wa1lcs for tea when we get back. Do
you like wafles, MIR. Barber
The barber replied in the affirmative,
and then there was silence for a little
while
Have you got a sweetheart, Mr.. Bar
Der" 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 says he is awfully sweet on her.
Cecil knows, too; he was under the sofa
wheu"-
But Alec waited to hear no further.
He boltad bodily and waited on the cor
ner until the ordeal was at an end. The
lady arose and whispered some further
cautions, but they proved Of no avail.
well, Mr.. Barber, if you haven't got
any sweetheart or papa or mamma, you
must be norphan, Are you norphan
Mr. Barber"
The man nodded his head and then
asked his questioner to keep her head
still, like good girl.
Another pause. Then:
MIR. Barber!"
Yes, miss.
IF you is norphan what does you
say when you go to bed? You can't say
God bless papa and mamma any more
I'm very glad I'm not norphan."
There was a dead silence in the room
after that until the redfaced old gentle
man blew his nose. The BARRIERS task
was almost finished now.
Whats the matter, mamma? You're
cryin'"
why, no, I'm not Lena. What
makes"
oh, but yes you are, mamma. can
hear you shifting, and besides, can see
your face in the looking glass. There's
two big tears running down your nose. ="
Now. miss, just please sit steady a
minute"
} The scissors gave a snip, and poor
Dumping fell down into her lap Dim
pie followed an instant later, and the
child gazed ruefully at the two beauti-
full severed curls.
"Goodby, Dumping and Dimple, she
said, and the tears began to gather.
They almost overlooked a moment later
as the barber lifted her from the chair
and she walked to the long mirror to
survey herself. But her mother was
equal to the emergency. Before Lena
had time to realize her changed appear
ance she called TO her to come and help
her put Dimple into the letter for Cey-
Ion The mother wound the two curls
about her finger ana then tied little bit
of blue ribbon round each Of them She
put Dumping away in her reticule and
Dimple was placed among the closely
written sheets Of foreign paper which
she took out Of an envelope The letter
was sealed then, and after that they