Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-02-07

I neatly pasted sample Of a different shade
| of hair. The widow gasped.
| Look here Peter Spig- Darlington" she
| calculated, you're not going to buy wig!
/ You might know / couldn't abide a man
with wig. Why don't you take off your
hat?
Il can't. Martha" he replied, I'm irri-
| eating my scalp
"Irrigating it! You don't mean to say
you're going to try to grow new head Of
| hair!"
Yes. I de- I've got network of tubes
| and bitches running all over my scalp
| keeping 1t supplied with Darlfngton's
| Eureka Excelsior Scalp Irrigator. Invented
! it myself and it's a wonder. I've got four
hogs over on my place that's wearin' the
finest, healthiest crop of wool that ever
took the place of bristles. Transplanted 1t
from some of my spiggot improved sheep
1 and Darlingtons Eureka Excelsior Scalp
| Irrigator done the rest!"
| You don't say!'
| "Fact!" said Peter. It'd keep hair alive
on door knob honestly do believe Now
| you Just pick out the color Of hair you
| favor. Take your time to look EN- over
and send the kind you want over to the
| house.
| went down the road; but she couldn't help
feeling a little proud of Peter for his smart
ness.
| The next day she sent over a little skeinN
Of hair she had clipped from her favorite
| COW.
| There amt no hair I know of looks so
| much like that as Swede hadr," said Peter
| when he saw it. II don't take much Of a
| shine to it myself but what suits her suits
me"
| Peter began to watch the trains day after
| day from then on until he found a healthy
] young immigrant with fine head of hair
that was just the right shade, and hired
! him to stay long enough to buy every fifth
hair in his head. One hair at time, roots
| and all, he dug out Of that young fellows
scalp and transplanted into his own. 1t
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! over two thousand, to supply his whole
head and put the finishing touches on, but
| when he was done he had a splendid head
| Of hair, although it was a little spotty in
| places where the shade was not quite
matched and 1T had cowlicks scattered
| around in odd corners where one could
| never expect to find them.
| You would hardly belfeveIt, but still the
| widow wasn't satisfied. She had made up
her mind beforehand that he wouldn't quite
| do for husband and 1t was mighty hard
| for her to give up the idea, she being what
you might call just little mule-headed in
! her ways.
Give me a reason, Marthav demanded
| Peter. You owe me good reason by this
| timev
Well said the widow, hunting like sixty
1 for a drawback that couldn't be fixed.
You're too tail by two good inches. just
| couldn't go round with ganglin' six
| the side Of a bean poleI'
When Peter left the house the widow
| looked after him with the CLINT Of tear
| drop in her eye.
| Maybe hadn't ought to have done it,"
she unused, "but / guess I've got him set
| tied for good this time"
She did not know Peter Darlington If she
| thought she had him stopped. The very
| next day Peter went to the city and hunted
\ up a doctor who had made a great name
| by saving people to pieces and putting them
| together again.
| 'Looky here. Doc" said Peter, coming to
| the point without any waste of words,
could you saw two inches out of mans
legs below the knee. say. and join them to-
! gether agin. bones, muscles. blood, veins
| and all, just as good as new?"
| Yes, it could be DONE" answered the
| doctor after thinking it Over?"
| "All right then, let 'er rip" says Peter,
/ taking off his coat. I'll foot the bill"
! there's nothing the matter with you.
| couldn't do a job like that. Why, 1t would
| be against the law!"
Peter had done lot of reading and he
| who couldn't get around the law; poor peo-
| pie and people with no spunk.
Couldn't you do 1t in the interest of
| science?' he asked.
That's so!' said the doctor, perking up
| IF It's in the interest of science we can do
most anything Only 1t win cost you q lot
more that way"
Sharpen up your SAW said Peter.
| Two months afterward he went back
| home measuring just five feet nine and a.
| half in his stocking feet.
| The widow began to cry when she saw
| him.
'It amt no use. Peter" she sobbed. eff
I'd a knowed you'd go and fly in the face
you do 1t. I'd told you the truth right out
| The fact is I can't bring myself to marry
| you no matter what you do. You don't fix