Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1893-04-22
NOT EASY TO PROVE.
How n Lock of Hair Saved From His Eaby-
hood Got n Youn. Man Into Trouble.

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THERE Is ONE YOUNG MAN IN WASH
Il ington whose fond hopes are blighted. He is
under cloud. u may be only temporary
trouble. but just now it seems very real to him,
and he fears that only time and constan. devo-
ton will he able TO save him from his horrible
predicament. And yet he Is innocent.
Last Sunday morning the ford mother OF this
particular member Of society, who had been
rummagiaG through an old trunk in the gar
ret, came across relic OF his childhood tia.
she was sure would please him immensely when
ne saw it. 1t DID, bat he wishes row he had
never seen it. 1t was a thick curl of hair that
had been cut from his head when he WIS still
in short frocAs. somewhere back about the year
1870. 1t was OF lovely shade of yellow, not
mild, washed ont blonde. but a rich golden hue.
soft and fine as silk and like spun gold. Oh, how
pleased he was! /. carried him back to the
days of his early youth and save him an idea CT
what he must have teen before he was &C.
quainted with himself He ran his hands
through il and played with it and tried to pict-
ure himself as a little goiden-hared child in a
pretty white frock with big blue sash. The
picture was bat a faint and shadow one but it
pleased him.
But Sunday evening the trouble came upon
him. bloS ,s hard az il was unforeseen. He
went TO make his usual Sunday call on his very
beat girl.
Little by little their heads drew close to-
gether and he was whispering sweet words Of
love and hope into her willing 1t was just
like q story on. OF book. Just wha. they said
will never be known. fo- they had got to that
stage OF the game where a steno2raphic report
OF the conversation might have been enough
to eonsign two young lives to an insane ASYLUM.
Suddenly piercing shrek broke the stiffness
M hat net sfa IL Ypln Cd
by low vail of agony as though all the illusions
OF a fair young girls heart had been shattered
at one fell blow. There was a world of re-
pressed agony in the cry. He knew he was in
tor it then.
''Oh. you wretch; you vile deceiver. How
dare you?'
He drew back in alarm. He had not the
slightest idea wha. it was ell about, but there
was no doubt about its being q serious matter.
He tried to calm her, bu: his efforts were Of no
avail. She started up to leave him, and as she
arose she drew with her q long golden hair that
had been resting on the left lapel of his best
Sunday coat. His own hair was short and Of Q
muddy brown.
But, my dear, that hair is one OF my OWE"
Don't my dear me, and at least do me the
honor Of telling me u reasonable lie. Yours,
indeed. I'm glad you have the honesty to ad-
init it's yours. thought, perhaps, you might
| claim it was one Of NINE"
Her hair Was black.
So one word led TO another, and all his at
tempts to prove the ownership Of that awful
hair proved futile. They parted in wrath and
he was glad to escape with his life. It's dan
gerous business to play jokes On . Washington
girl
That young man is nov busy securing evil
dence in his case TO submit to the injured party.
He has an affidavit from his mother, and he il
nov searching for his old nurse and other Wit
nesses Of his childhood to bear testimony as to
the ownership Of that fatal hair, and he hopes
in time to be restored to the good grHces Of the
''only girl he ever loved. ;" but 1t b slow work
and sad.