Connecticut western news., 1911-09-14
A RECIPE FOR HAIR DYE
 By Nj. QUAD Copyright. 1911, by Associated Lit
 erary Press
By M. QUAD

It was on certain Monday after Iioon that Mir. Jackson, who was travelling sewing machine agent. drove into the village of Dover.
 MT. Jackson, being a stranger to the town, had been advised to call on Dea- con Weatherby and get the names of people who might be induced to pur- chase.
 mill, the gristmiIl and the milldam, had a mortgage on the Methodist church edifice and was accounted the big man of the town. He was a man s of sixty and widowert but he had no thoughts of marrying again. The deacon looked venerable. His chin whiskers were twenty inches long, and his hair reached his shoulders. Both were white. Yes, deacon looked vener- able, but was a mighty close man on q business deal.
 When the sewing machine man came to interview the deacon a happy thought entered his head. If the ven. erable widower would do him a favor he would return 1t. He had O recipe for hair dye said to be after an Egyp- tan formula. He had never made personal use of the dye being q red headed man and loving the color, but he had every reason to believe that it was a world beater. It restored the hair to the color 1t was when the grower was only twenty years old. It rendered it soft and glossy. It de- fed detection. By the use of this dye man or woman of sixty could claim to be oDly forty and no one would call either liar. The deacon after get ting that long hair and those venerable whiskers colored needn't give his age. The people would guess it at forty one and add that he had not reached his prime yet. "a ...
 Two days later behold a gay old boy, hair and whiskers a glossy bIaclxI There were about ten other old men in the place with whiskers more or less venerable, and one after another as they met the deacon they contemptu- ously exclaimed:
 "Huh! Got your old hair and whisk- CTS dyed, eh7'
 For q week or so Deacon weatherby was made fun of and caAed an old fool. Then the other old men dropped in one after another and noid him a dollar in cash for that recipe. Some tried to beat him down to T5 cents, but 1t was no use. k was either come down with dollar or keep the same old color of hair and whislSers. Then sort of rush set in Every woman in town who had five gray hairs in her head wanted bottle of that dye. There were grandmas who cried for it. There were men and women with hair of doubtful color. and there was the usual proportion of redheads who sigh ed for change. Thus Deacon Weath- erby was kept busy writing or copies and taking in dollar bills
 The Methodist minister was a nlnn of fifty, with gray side whiskers. He had no vanity about him. It hurt his feelings to stand in his pulpit and look around him on so much hair dye, and one day he called on Deacon weatherby for the purpose of protesting. He did protest He said it was bit of van ity that must result in harm .,
 well, I dunno" replied the deacou- T can't say that feel any more skit- tish than did before used the dye"
 But why change the colorf-
 There ain't no use in lookin' as old as the hills.' ..
 '-Then it's deception. and deception Is an offense."
 ssItfp only IylnIa- ha ,vax~ said the deacon, as he hitched around In his chair. 'T wouldn't lie about my age if you was to ask the fggers, but don't keer to have folks think was waitin' around here when Columbus arrived. I was lookin' at your whis- kers all through meetin' last Sunday"
 "You wereT' Whats wrong witlIa my whiskersT -.-
 "I know you to be about fifty years old. but them whiskers make you look sixty-fve."
 You don't sayg'
 ''Faet. parson. When meeting was out heard old Mrs. Parsloe saying to her husband that we needed younger man in the pulpit all on account of them gray whiskers, you see. If they was Dlack youu LOOK 10 De thlrty-nVe or thirty-eight. !"
 Hum. You think so, do your"
 ''Sartin sure. I'll let you have a pint of it free of cost if you'll use it" ''I see the point now, though 1t was obscure at first, I-think I will at least take 1t home"
 And the next Sunday-beholdl From the pulpit to the doors of that church there wasn't a gray hair or whisker. Hair dye had captured the town. Look where you would there was q shine and n gllsten.
 But we cant always keep a good thing after we get it. 1t came the date of the annual church picnic. It was held on the banks of a lake, with the nearest shelter two miles away. h.,N Al. III