Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1841-12-09


queue-eu-sue There do you on'aian,
haif
"Oh, yes" smiled tho compaisan,
barber, "m. on'aiun' dat :"
avery we'll, then | want you TO
timmee him, and dress do hair und lie
dc bow neat wid new silk. You, on.dcr.
stan, dat I"
ooh yes, sare, me- en'ann' him per.
fccil,e."
"Very we'll, ,hep," said Mr.. IIaJaway,
resealiug himself, satisfied from the bar.
bers con6den, reply, that Nil was now
right. lie shut his eyes u0d thought
Of Fanny and tho little boys and girls
climbing his knee and the back Of the
chair, and playing with his queue
EYES," thought he, ~ will teach them
To respect queue better than their moth
eT does, and did when she was n child ~
The barber's brush 10 hand the mean
while, ~ passed softly and smoothly over
his hair, aud every thing seems TO pro-
cssd just as he mished to have 1t, and 81
be gave himself up once more to his con-
nubial visions.
Suddenly he hears an appalling sharp,
grating, cutting sound, aud a sensation
iodescrIbable, but horrible, runs through
all his blood The terrific truth flashes
upon him lie springs from his chair I!
lie feels desperately behind A sort
oi stiff, brushy substance meets his hand,
instead OF the long, sleek queue lie
uttefs a cry ofIningled rage, despair and
vengeance. lie turns upon the luckless
barber The poor wretch stands, with
his scissors in one hand, The fatal queue
~ tho other, "A statue Of consternutlon,
now that he finds he has misunderstood
that he had "oultan' coffee oH," and not
10 dress II on
MIR. Hadaway stood for moment
looking al the barber as if undetermined
whether TO cut his throat, or break his
neck, or bent out his brains while the
unlucky ionsor stood with open eyes aud
mouth, the picture Of ludicrous horror,
ut what he had innocenlly done; for the
reiterated instructions Of Mr.. Hadaway
had, with the bad English in which he
gave them, confused HIM and led him to
net just contrary to his careful instruc-
lions. At length Mr.. Hadaway found
speech and words.
"Oh you villain :" and he shook his
fist at the trembling barber "oh, you
scoundIel !" and he wiped the perspira-
ton from his brow with the white cloth
about his neck; sob, you wretch :" and
Mr.. Hadaway paused 10 take breath,
while he almost annlhiated him with
hok Of unutterable meaning.
"Pardon, Monster pardon ~ cried
the poor barber, looking as if he would
sink through the floor.
"Pardong yes, III pardong-you
scoundrcl YOU" repeated the enraged,
Rrieved, anguish stricken Mr.. Hadaway.
IL the barber had taken off his ear, he
could not have lel, worse about it.
Il tink you shay col him off," answer
ed Monsieur, the tonsor, in a weak voice,
apologetic.
"You tink ~ repeated Mr.. lIadaway,
with scorn and contempt inimilable -
"Give me that queue, sir ~
And Mr.. Hadaway took the dismem-
bcred and revered appendage into his
hand, and gazed on it as he held it up
before his eyes, almost with tears He
felt for It's dIshonor. He held il up path.
eiically. 1t was pitiful to behold HIM
but more pltIiul to behold the queue. Al
length he shook his head, heaved a deep
sigh, as # his feelings were too deep iol
utterance, and aflectiona,ely, touchingIy
kissed It, Ana then, wrapping it in clean
white paper, he placed 1t in his breast
next his heart for he loved his queue
even as he loved Fanny Grey. Fanny
Grey Suddenly she came into his
thong hts, aud he remembered the weeks
probation, and the alternative Of her bri.
dal vow. lie loved his queue, but he
loved Fanny too. The queue was lost
but Fanny was gained His mind for
few moments was balanced between love
and his queue and, al length, with a
sigh he resigned himself to the loss Of
the queue, and began to triumph In the
CERTAIN possession Of the bewitching
cruel Fanny. AS these thoughts passed
through his mimi, his face relaxed its
stern aspect, and faint expression Of
pleased triumph lghlened up his features
fle turned and looked upon the uckless
barber who had been watching the chan
ges OF his face as the anxious seaman
watches the overcast sky, and said qu-
elly,
"Well, Moisture, now you have made
such murderous work, complete the ruin
you have been the barbarous author OF.
Cut the hair close and smooth, and moi
leave II like an old paint brush worn to the
stump"
The delightful barber bounded with
Joy, and capering up TO him, gently for
ced him into the chair.
"Now don't cultee my head of,
Moisture ~ said Mr. Hadaway, face.
tious upon himself, at the vivid recolIcc-
ton Of bis late very especial orders To
him.
"No, me not cot him off," said the
barber laughing "oh, mono know
more better dan dat !"
"You do, hey You might Just as
well have cut il off as cut ohmy queue.
Oh, my poor, poor queue ~ aud he laid
his head tenderly over his bosom, IN /
which II lay. AT length Mr.. Hadaway |
rose from the chair with his hair cut in
the latest style. lie looked into the glass
with an expression of cross satisfaction.