Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1901-07-31
Prof. Wigstie was an imported teach.

at enQS-IhaL IS, ne aQOreQ yellow
shoes, as hereinbefore mentioned.
and, although past so, had luxuriant,
curly, black hair. On Sunday, sew
eral days after Woolly's rescue, the
professor and his wife were coming
home from church. The morning had
dawned beautifully, SO Prof. Wigstie
took much pains with his toilet. Shoes
| a FURNISHED yellow, hair an oily mass
of curls. A WashOe zephyr sprung
suddenly out of the west, even as the
| congregation poured forth from the
| holy edifice. 1t blew and ragged and
| rampaged with vim. 1t twisted gowns
awry. and caught up an occasional hat,
or kerchief, or loose wrap. Prof.
/ Wigstie held on to his head-gear faith
| fully; abruptly turning a corner, he
| let go his hat, threw up his hands and
| shouted: Sarah, Sarah, look at it!
| That demon of a sheep. Why he is
| thousand feet"
| The sentence went unfinished. A
boisterous gust snatched the profess
| sor's hat, and at first thought one
would imagine his hair arose from
fright at the spectacle of Woolly
Wisp's ghost. Not so; his hair lacked
| anchorage-'twas false. And there,
in sight of the whole congregation,
Prof. Wigstie stood, a hatiess. hair
less individual; while his wigTstrange
coincidence that Wigstie should wear
wig-whirled gayly on the wings of
! the wind.
"Hoodoo sheep! Hoodoo sheep"
The words ran through his mind and
slipped audibly over his tongue. The
"hoodoo" sheep saw the tangled black
ball of hair rolling swiftly toward him.
He jumped aside then in funny stiff
legged leaps he took after the object.
His low ba-a, ba-a, accompanied every
jump.
A jolly crowd of miners stepped out
of a saloon. They observed the details
of the Sabbath street-show and how
they did boot! Some one gra bbed up
the wig-with mock courtesy it was
returned to the dazed cha grined peda
gogue. Prof. Wigstie silently resolved
that vengeance should be his; that
this sheep and he could not live peace
fully together in Virginia City.
He thought of shooting the beast
no. that could not be; for the handling
of pistols alarmed him as much as his
welding of a strap terrified the schoi-
ars. poison! III lay it in my garden,
leave the gate open and Woolly's appe-
tite will do the rest"
That evening the professor saw the
undaunted sheep eying his oasis-like
fiower-garden. Delays are danger
GUS" quoted Wigstie. oracularly, and
! L 90 1Di, nd
deity placed it here and there on the
choicest plants.
Owing to the dilapidated condition
of the wind-tossed wig, the profess or
had ordered a new crop of hair. The
same arrived late in the evening of
&his day on which Wigstie plotted
against Woolly's life. Visitors hap
pened TO be at his house, and he laid
the package on his bureau without
examining it. Mrs. Professor-a wom-
an, and curious-opened the bundle
smiled approvingly and whispered to
herself: Dear Henry, he has at last
overcome his pride for his youthful
looks Bless his dear heart. This
gray wig will be so becoming to him
) She placed the wig on the stand where
Henry always kept his hair, and quite
forgot it.
In the wee early hours of morning
Prof. Wigstie awoke with a start. He
listened apprehensively. An unusua
pattering noise filed the room. He
reached over in the dark and grabbed
his wig. clapped it on his head, leape6
out of bed and rushed o the window
He saw-Great Scott!-he saw Woolly
: Wisp multiplied an hundredfold! Their,
Y were sheep in his garden; sheep racing
: down the street; sheep scattered al
( over the sidehill. What could it mean
4 Was he dreaming? He trembled as tn,
f word "hoodoo" flashed through hi:
B. mind. Pale moonbeams flooded every
S thing. They cast a ghostly pallor upo1
: the sleeping, sheep-haunted city. Prof
f, Wigstie turned aside. A mirror stoot
= in the niche by the family illuminate
. window Horror upon horrors! Hi
= hair-his false hair-had actual,
. turned white!
"Hoodooed! What can a hoodooe'
s man expect?" That awful sheep (ant
y he had attempted to poison it, wa
: the incarnation of occult spirits. Wh'
e ever heard of false hair turning whit
;. instantaneously? Of one lone shee]
o increasing into a vast flock in a singh
t night?
4 1t is a wonder the man didn't g,
|. stark, staring mad. His wife tried t.
explain the miracles-but failed utter
Y ly. She did explain. though, to tn
: trustees, why her husband could no
: attend to his school duties; for he van
s ished completely, nor was he agai
k ever heard of by Comst ockers.
:. Mrs. Wigstie languished for fe,
: weeks in her lonely house. Severa
letters addressed to Prof. Wigstie al
+ rived, among which she discovered on
4 from the hairdresser who supplied hir
with hirsute furnishings. 1t read Xix
/ an apology; mistake had been made
his wig was sent to another party, an
= the other party-an old man-receive
his. the professors. black curls. Mr.:
W shook her head, murmure
some thing about poor, puzzled dear
!, and silently wept.
When a letter came, shortly after
ward. she cheered up amazingly; bad
- few friends good-by. and-it was r,
y mored-ioined her husband, who cam
{ to his senses, but could net muster u
enough courage to come back to til
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