The record-union. [volume] (Sacramento, Calif.) 1891-1903, 1893-06-19
NOT EASY TO PROVE.
y Lock of Hail. Saved From Babyho
Got a Youth Into TrouhIe.

n LOCK OF Hats' Saved From Babyhood
Got Youth Into Trouble.
There is one young man in Washington
whose fond hopes are bEghted. He is
under cloud. 1t may be only a tenpo-
rary trouble, but just now it seems very
real to him, and he fears that only time
and constant devotion will be able to
save him from his horrible predica-
ment. And yet the Star declares that he
Is innocent. Last Sunday morning the
fond mother of this particular member
of society, who had been rummaginp
through an old trunk in the garnet. came
across relic of his childhood that she
was sure would please him immensely
when he saw it. 1t did, but he wishes
now he had never seen it. 1t was thick
curl of hair that had been cut from his
head when he was still in short frocks
somewhere back about the year 1870. 1t
was of a lovely shade of yellow, not a
mild, washed-out blonde, but a rich
golden hue, soft and fine as silk and like
spun gold. Oh. 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 acquainted
with himself He ran his hands through
1t and played with it and tried to picture
himself as little golden-haired child in
a pretty white frock with a big blue sash.
The picture was but faint and shadow
one. but it pleased him.
But Sunday evening the trouble came
upon him, blow as hard as it was nm
toreseen. lie went to make his usual
Sunday call on his very best girl. Little
by little their heads drew close tooether
and he was whispering sweet words of
love and hope into her willing ear. 1t
was just like story out of book. inst
what they said will never be known. for
they had got to that stage of the game
where stenographic report of the con-
versatlon might have been enough to
consign two young lives to an insane
asylum. Suddenly a piercing Shrek
broke the stiffness of that quiet Easter
evening. 1t was followed by low wall
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
depressed agony in the cry. He knew he
was in for it then.
"Oh, you wretch; you vile deceiver !
How dare you ~
He drew back in alarm. He had not
the slightest idea what it was all about.
but there was no doubt of its being a Sc.
rlous matter. He tried to calm her, but
his efforts were of no avail. She started
up to leave him, and as she arose she
drew with her long golden hair that had
been resting on the left lapel of his best
Sunday coat. His own hair was short
and of a muddy brown.
But, my dear, that hair is one of NV
own"
Don't my dear me, and at least do
me the honor of telling me a reasonable
lie. Yours, indeed! Pm glad you have
the honesty to admit it's yours. |
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 lie was
glad to escape with life. It's a danger
Gus business to play jokes on Wash
ington girl. That young man is now busy
securing evidence in his case to submit 10
the injured party. He has an affidavit
from his mother, and he is now search
ing for his old nurse and other witnesses
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
graces of the ''only girl he ever loved"
but it is slow work and sad.