The semi-weekly messenger. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1897-1908, 1905-09-29
them grow again. Why should nature
not do the same fer meY
sT don't knaw1

them grow again. Why should nature
not do the same fer mer
II don't know"
Because there is no reason why.
Nature is the great r~estorer. Let her
alone and she'd almost grow a new
leg or a man to replace a wooden one
AS far as my reading and observation
extend, nature does more at night than
in the daytime. She does more on
moonlight nights than on any others.
Isn't there a hint here for me?'
"You-you mean you will sit in the
moonlight In hopes to get your hair
back?"
Il will sit in the moonlight, knowing
that l shall not be a baldheaded man
six weeks from now. I have got per-
feet faith In the cure. I am as sure
1t will start the hair growing as I am
that I sit here"
"Then why not try itY
II am going to this very evening. I
simply wanted to explain matters to
you so that you wouldn't call me a
fool. I am glad to find that for once
you agree with me. Yes, I shall go
out in the back yard and sit in the
moonlight for three or four hours, and
I shall continue it for each night until
cured"
"But if anything happens you will
lay il to me-" protested Mrs. Bowser
Of a sudden.
Nonsense! In the first place, moth
ing can happen, and in the next place,
how can you be held to blame?"
But you've got a way
"Never mind my way. AT 8 o'clock
you can go to bed and I'll go out in
the moonlight. l shall lay nothing to
you unless you throw a water pitcher
out Of the window at me-"
Mrs. Bowser had a ~premonitiOn, but
she couldn't raise any further objec-
tons, and SOC after night the house
was closed and Mr.. Bowser made his
appearance in the back yard. 1t was
a quiet night, made almost as light as
day by the bright moon, and when he
had become seated in the chair brought
with him he took pencil and paper,
turned the back of his bald head to the
moor and began:
$3.50 o'clOck-Have started in to dis
cover the discovery. MOonbeams feel
grateful on my scalp. Seem to be
my hair.
"9:4O-Have been under the moon
beams for twenty minutes, and if I
had any doubts at the start they have
disappeared. My scalp is itching and
glowing.
40 o'clock-I expect to grow a new
crop of hair in an hour, but if l don't
astonish Mrs. Bowser before midnight
then I'm a goat. There is the silence of
the grave out here, but [ am % at all
lonesome.
"1O:2O-Feels like spiders crawling
over my bare scalp. 1t is the moon
beams working at the dead roots. Bow
ser, old boy, you have struck it. In two
weeks from now o won't look over
thirty years old.
I'll o'clock The agitation Of my
scalp still continues. No sore heel ever
gets we'll without itching first. The
blamed old yaller eyed cat has come
out and is looking me in the face. I'll
be the death of him some day. The
moonlight makes me feel sleepy.
'11:3O-I can hardly hold my eyes
open. Moonlight must be good for in.
somnia as we'll as badness. Have just
passed my hand over my scalp. Think
I can feel''-
At daylight next morning Mrs. Bow
ser discovered the foregoing memoran-
da on the grass beside his empty chair,
but Mr.. Bowser was nowhere to be
found. When the morning paper came
she saw the following advertisement:
Found at midnight last night, q
baldheaded man, bare headed and
without coat, vest Or collar. Seemed
to be walking in his sleep. Mutters
to himself at intervals about great dis
coveries. Insists that he has a new
crop of hair on his shiny poll. Talks
about a yaller eyed cat and moonlight.
Will be held here to await Identified
ton. May have escaped from a Buffalo
Bill show. Inquire at the Fourth pre-
cinct notice station" NJ. QUAD,