The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1903-04-30

and had to have her hair cut, and, dis
liking short hair, she wore a-a-well,
not exactly a wig"
a switch?"
"Yes;I guess that's what you call it.
Well, in trying to cross Deer creek on
some slippery powders one day when
we were all out fishing, she and one Of
'the other girls slipped and got into
pretty deep water. We had a great
time pulling them out. They were
soaked from head to feet, aHx3 in try
ing to dry the switch at the camp fire
it got burned. She said she did not
mind the value entirely, but it was so
hard to match; she had paid a small
fortune for that one. She really looks
pretty with short curls, but won't be
happy till she matches her switch
again. But even with the switch there
wasn't such an everlasting lot of it as
you seem to have, and so fine and SOFT"
And he touched it gently, as if it were
something precious.
Beyond the pleasure of his compli-
ments Mile was recalling all the sto-
ries she had read and wept over of
beautiful maidens who had sold their
long locks to bug their family bread.
Must she do this? 1t was all she had.
No pretty clothes, no jewelry; tan on
hands and face. Why, even Roy seemed
to admire it more than anything else
about her. If it were cut off would he
ever come all the way up here to see
he, in
touch of young companionship and the
brightness of the outside world that
had been more to her than she had
realized?
But, ga small fortune!" Her fathers
face at midnight haunted her. At
what sacrifice had he stopped? Every
thing had gone to Golden Hair" the
mine that was her cruel namesake.
Would it not be only appropriate to
give this, too?
Roy" she said, to the enthusiasts
tic youth, looking at her so approx
ingly. wouldn't l be a fright if it
wasn't just for my hair? Would
you-would you like me without it?1
His eyes opened wide.
You see, | washed it this morning
because my head ached; perhaps it is
too heavy. If l had it cut off, per-
haps my head wouldn't ache If l
cut it off, do you think Miss Blayre
would really buy it?"
When he heard how the father had
come home, he understood about the
| baa6ocbne anJ tho r,oroor,r,- ,,-;I1;,,r,
ness to trade golden locks for green
/ backs. His young heart, too, swelled
with impotent desire to help.
When he met her at his sisters in
Golden, to take her to the gradua
ton exercises at the hall. he looked
at her twice as if to be sure she was
the same girl.
"Weu, what is it?" she laughed
and dimpled saucily.
what is it-you?" he retorted.
what has happened? What have
YOU done to Yourself? Has some-
| thing happened?" he repeated eoger-
ly looking at her happy eyes spark
| ling so bewitchingly under her luxu-
rious golden pompadour, $50 that you
won't need Toto" and he touched
| the wonderful pompadour fearfully,
with one finger.
well, on the principle that the
condemned convict gets square
meal and his last luxury" she said
mischievously, Il determined to
spend my last dollar on a shampoo
not the kind | have been used to DIV
ing it up in the creek. but the regu-
lar hairdresser sort-and Couture
as they call what [ call fixing If
and this is one result. Do Won like
it?" And she turned her head dain-
| tily as a bird. from side to side he
fore his admiring eyes.
you look stunninp," was his cat.
isfactorv reply.
"Rut here's the mirac1e " sba WAND
on her ewes dancing mora c1adI,,
than ever. ..The girI who ala ~.
hair was the conversa+iopoI Liza %
= female barber~
"Obr" ba groanad. .T did,,+ 1.
Won had them foo"
..Wau we DONE mind. o a,.
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this one was While waShino. Inc
hair she asked noIi+elv. - 10y
mo Int DONE Won do Soo+1,; t,,.c
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