Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1893-09-14

with him
He seemed a decent sort of chap and
| [ knew he kept Il hairdreSSers shop
and l had frequently been struck will
the originality of his ideas. He might
know 4 remedy for badness and / de
termed to confide my troubles TO him
l did So l told him l was engaged
to Rose Raynor twas it my Imagination
/ or did he give a conyulsive start0 and
how it grieved her to find out that !
I was totally bald.
! He examined my skull, tapping ii
=, unnecessarily hard with his knuckles
why, was best known to himself, and
then said:
! Come around to my shop after office
hours and [ will give you something
! that will cover your head in a very
short time
After office hours [ fastened round
to his bliShment
There said Saunders, handing me
a large bottle of stuff, rub this well
/ into your head the last thing at night
and let it dry before the fire, and you
will be astonished at the result
Well, 1 rubbed the stuff vigorously
into my head and pretty well scorched
my brain up in drying by the fire.
In the morning I rushed to the look
ing-glass, in faint hopes-so great was
my faith in Saunders-of seeing a few
sprouts of hair.
I nearly fell down. The whole of
my head was deep, rich, shiny brown.
L saw at Saunders must
have given me a bottle of brown hair
dye instead of a hair producer. l
scrubbed my head with soap and
water; no result. Then with soda and
hot water ditto. And then I thought
in my frenzy Of scraping off the skin
with q knife, but refrained.
I spent the morning in consulting
chemists and doctors. They all agreed
that l had rubbed my head with some
common dye and that such often stains
the skin, but also expressed the opinion
that some uncommon ingredient had
been mixed with the dye, which made
it stick so fast and shine so brilliantly.
IL uldg wear OIL Ill ll1S, WAS TIE
meagre comfort l received.
This was on Saturday, and in the
afternoon I was going to meet Rose
who had holiday.
How i'll you look, George was her
first remark when we met.
And no wonderr' I groaned. Look
at my head"
1t was no use trying to hide it; it
would have to come sooner or later and
L wanted to get it over.
'Le-let me sit down." said Rose, 81
I feel faint
We sat down and [ told her how it
came about that my head was brown,
though l didn't mention that Saunders
whom l didn't think she knew by name
had wrought me the mischief.
'WO-won't it come off?' asked Rose,
covering her face with her hands.
I've tried everything and I can't
move it." 1 groaned. what am I to
do?"
I'm sure I don't know, unless you
re-dye it p-pink or bl-blue and make
sort of Italian sky of your head. 1t
would be far pret-prettier than it is at
present" she said with a hysterical
laugh.
Then Rose suddenly got up and said
firmly:
''GeOrge-Mr. Podgers, our engage
ment must be at an end. I could have
put up with an ordinary bald head, but
but [ cannot marry man with a
brown bald head. 1t puts me in mind
Of our ma-mahogany table. Coo
good-by, forever"
Could [ blame her? / felt that, in
justice, 1 could not. No man with a
shiny, brown head could expect a girl
to marry him.
I never patronized that pastry-cook's
again. My digestive organs rejoice
there at, but my heart is sore dis
treSsed.
But now comes the cruelty of the
case Three months afterward [ was
informed that Rose Rayner had mar
1ied Thomas Saunders.