The Corvallis times. (Corvallis, Or.) 1888-1909, 1902-11-26

: oloWs hercely and frequently. Jocr
s larly termed Washoe zephyrs are thes
I sweeping breezes that lift and carr
s TIN roofs, capsize houses and deftl
pick box cars clear off the tracks.
Prof. Wigstie was an imported teach
er. His peculiarities were extremel
at ends-that is, he adored yellow
shoes, as hereinbefore mentioned
and, although past SO, had luxuriant
curly, back hair. On a Sunday, sev
eral days after Wool1y's rescue, tn,
i professor and his wife were coming
4. home from church. The morning hat
4 dawned beautifully, so Prof. Wigsti,
took much pains with his toilet. Shoel
4 FURNISHED yellow, hair an oily mas
of curls. A Washoe zephyr sprung
i suddenly out of the west, even as ths
congregation poured forth from the
holy edifce. It blew and ragged and
rampaged with vim. It twisted gowns
/ awry, and caught up an occasional hat
or kerchief, or loose wrap. Prof
I 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 sheep! Why he is q
| 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, 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
bali 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 Saba tn street-show and how
they did hoot! Some one grabbed up
the wig-with mock courtesy it was
returned to the dazed, chagrined peda-
eopue. Prof. Wiestie silently resolved
tne.l 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 erest."
That evening the professor saw the
undaunted sheep eying his oasis-like
fower-garden. Delays are danger
ous,' 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 new crop of hair. The
sa me 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-awom
an, and curious-opened the bundle,
smiled approvingiy 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 start. He
listened apprehensively. An unusual
noise filled the room. He |
cached over in the dark and grabbed
lis wig, clapped it on his head, leaped |
put of bed and rushed to the window. /
He saw-Great Scott!-he saw Woolly
Nisp multiplied an hl1ndredfold! There !
we're sheepzin his garden; sheep racing
iown the street; sheep scattered all I
,ver the sidehill. What could it mean?
Vas he dreaming? He trembled as the
word "hoodoo" flashed through his
mind. Pale moonbeams flooded every
hing They cast ghostly pallor upon
he sleeping, sheep-hauntedcit city. Prof.
Vigstie turned aside. A mirror stood
n the niche by the family illuminated
window. Horror upon horrors! His
!air-his false hair-had actually
urned white
1t is wonder the man didn't go
tark, staring mad. His wife tried to
xplain. the nairacles-but failed utter
V. She did explain, though, to the
rustees, why her husband could not
ttend to his. school duties; for he van
she'd completely, nor was he again
yer heard of by Comstockers.
Mrs Wigstie languished for few
eeks in her lonely house. Several
stters addressed to Prof. Wigstie ar
ived, among which she discovered one
rom the -hairdresser Hho- supplied him
ith hirsute furnishings. 1t read like
n apology; mistake had been made;
is wig was sent to another party, and
ne other party-an old man-reeeived
is, the professors. black curls. Mrs.
- shook her head, murmured
onle thing about poor, puzzled dear"
nd silently wept.
When a letter came, shortly after \