The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-05-04
NOT EASY TO PROVE.
How Lock of Hair Saved From His
Babyhood Got Youth Into Trouble.
From the Washington star.

From the Washington star.
There is one young man in Washington
whose fond hopes are blightcd. He is
under cloud. 1t may be only tempo
rary trouble, but just now il seems very
real to him, and he fears that only time
and constant devotion will be able to save
him from his horrible predicament. And
yet he is innocent, Last Sunday morn
ing the fond mother of this particular
member of society, who had been rum
maging through the old trunk in the gar
ret, came across relic of his childhood
that she was sure would please him inn
mensely when he saw it. 1t did, but he
wishes now he had never seen il.
that had been cut from his head when he
was still in short frOcks. somewhere back
about the year 1870 1t was of a love shade
of yellow, not mild, WaShCd-Out blonde.
but a rich golden hue, soft and fine as silk
and like spuG gold. O, how pleased he
was. 1t carried him back to the days Of his
early youth and gave him an idea of what
he must have been before he was ac-
quainted with himself. He ran his hands
through it and played with it and tried to
picture himself as a little gOlden-haired
child in a pretty white frOCk with big
blue sash. The picture was but faint
and shadowy one, but it pleased him.
But Sunday evening the trouble came
upon him, a blow as hard as it was
Unforeseen. He went to make his
usual Sunday call on his very best girl
Little by little their heads drew close to-
| gether, aud he was whispering sweet
| words of love and hope into her willing
/ ear. 1t was just like story out
/ Of book. just what they said viii never
be known, for they had got to that stage
! of the game where a StcnOgraphic report
/ "a ffg,s,
enough to Consign two young lives to an
insane asylum. suddenly a piercing
shrek broke the stillHess of that quiet
| Easter evening. 1t was followed by low
wall of agony, as though all the illusions
of fair young girls heart had been shat
tered at one fell blow There was a
| world of reprcssed agony in the cry. He
knew he was in for it then.
20, you wretch; you vile deceiver
| How dare yOuI"
He drew back in alarm He had not
the slight idea what it was all about
b',t there WIS no doubt about its being a
| seyio matter. He ted to calm her.
but his tOrts were of no avail. she
started p to leave y, and as she arose
SIC drew 'ith her long golden HAIR that
| hd, been resting on the left lapel of his
best Sunday coat. His own hair was short
and of IA muddy brown.
But, my dear, that hair is one of my
own"
Don't my dear me, and at least do
me he honor of telling me reasonable
lie. Yours, indeed. I'm glad you have
the honesty to admit It's yours. I thought,
perhaps, YOU might claim it was one of
| mine"
Her hair was black So one word led
to another, and all his attempts to prove
the ownership Of that awful hair proved
futile. They parted in wrath, and he
was glad to escape With life. It's a dan
gerOus business 10 play jokes on a Wash
ington girl. Tat young man IS now busy
! securing evidence in Eis case 10 submit
to the iGiared party. lie rSs Of afldsv't
| from his mother, ana he is now searching
for his old nu Sc and ytEer witnesses of
his childhood to scar testimony rs to the
! owncrsnipOf that fatal hair, and he hopes
in time to bc restored to The good graCes
! of the only girl he ever loved, " bat it is
| slow work and sad.