Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1901-08-16

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Prof. Wigstie was an imported teach
er. His peculiarities were extremely
at ends--that is, he adored yellow
shoes, as hereinbefore mentioned,
and, although past so, had luxuriant,
curly, black hair. On Sunday, srv-
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
FURNISHED yellow, hair an oily mass
of curls. A Washoe zephyr sprung
suddenly out of the west, even as the
congreg cation poured forth from the
holy edifice. 1t blew and ragged and
rampaged with vim. 1t twisted gowns
awry, and caughtup an occasional hat,
or kerchief, or loose wrap. Prof.
Wigstie held on to his head-gear faith
fully; abruptly turning corner, he
let go his hat, threw up his hands and
shouted: SARAH, Sarah, look at it!
That demon of sheep! Why he is
thousand feet" NF
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 hatless, hair
less individual; while his wig-strange
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 saloon. They observed the details
of the Sabbath street-show and how
they did hoot! Some one grabbed up
the wig-with mock courtesy it was
returned to the dazed, chagrined peda-
gogue. Prof. Wigstie silently yresolved
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 schol-
ars. "Poison! I'll 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
he quickly procured strychnine and
deftly placed it here and there on the
choicest plants.
Owing to the dilapidated condition
Of the wind-tossed wig, the professor
had ordered a new crop of hair The
same arrived late in the evening of
this 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 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 quits
forgot it. a@
In the wee early hours of morning
Prof. Wigstie awoke with start. He
listened apprehepsively, An unusual
pattering noise filed the room. He
reached over in the dark and grabbed
his wig, clapped. it on his head, leaped
out of bed and rushed to the window.
lie saw-Great Scott!-he saw Woolly
Wisp multiplied an hundredfold! There
were sheep in his garden; sheep racing
down the street; sheep scattered all
over the sidehill. What could it mean?
Was he dreaming? He trembled as the
word "hoodoo" flashed through his
mind. Pale moonbeams flooded every
thing. They cast a ghostly pallor upon
the sleeping, sheep-haunted city. Prof.
Wigstie turned aside. A mirror stood
in the niche by the family illuminated
window. Horror upon horrors! His
hair-his' false hair--had actually
turned white!
1t is a wonder the man didn't 60
stark, staring mad. His wife tried to
explain the miracles-but failed utter
ly. She did explain, though, to the
trustees, why her husband could not
attend to his school duties; for he van
ished completely, nor was he again
ever heard of by Comstockers.
Mrs. Wigstie languished for aefew
weeks in her lonely house. Several
letters addressed to Prof. Wigstie ar
rived, among which she discovered one
from the hairdresser who supplied him
with hirsute furnishings. 1t read like
an apology; mistake had been made;
his wig was sent to another party, and
the other party-an old man-received
his, the professors, black curls. Mrs.
W shook her head, murmured
something about poor, puzzled dear"
and silently wept.
When letter came, shortly after
ward, she cheered up amazingly; bade
few friends good-by, and--it was ru-
mored-joined her husband, who came
to his senses, but could not muster up
enough courage to GOMEZ back to he
scenes of his mortifying experiences
with Woolly Wisp.
Woolly, tickle creature, deserted his
happy home and wandered off with the
flock of sheep that passed through yir.
ginia's streets on the night of Wig
sites hallucinations. Nh
Not knowing what became of Prof