Baton Rouge tri-weekly gazette & comet. [volume] (Baton Rouge, La.) 1865-18??, 1867-02-28
A MODERN MARTYR.

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Of dancing, am las natural conse-
quence) savage-so very savage that
/ am not in position to 60 to that
handsome young lady with the gold
dust in her hair, and beg the favor
of her hand for polka. How tan
talizing it is as she sweeps past, on
the arm of another, shaking the gold
from her curls as if she were Fortune
scattering her favors. Alas ! the
golden shower falls not on me, for I
cannot dance. l retire into corner
to gaze in silence upon the giddy
scene in which cannot join. How
l envied those happy, joyous
dancers / do not know whether /
fell into a reverie and dreamt what
follows, Or whether it actually &C.
Cured; but it is SO deeply impressed
inmy mind, that when | exclaimed.
"Ah, how happy they are?' a lady
sitting near me sadly made answer:
"Ah, sir, you know not what it is
to be the daughter of member of
the Hairdressers' Academy"
"Is not your father kind to you,
then!" / asked.
AS man." replied the maiden,
"he is kind, loving and indulgent;
as a member of the Hairdressers'
Academy, he is cruel, relentless
and inexorable."
Explain yourself, maiden you
speak in riddles"
know then, sir, the maiden be-
gan, drawing deep sigh, %hat l
am cursed with a luxuriant head of
hair, whose color is that of the set.
ting sun"
"Some," ] muttered, "would call it
blessed to be thus endowed. 1t is
the fashionable color"
Worse luck" said the maiden, in
tones of despair. "That accursed
tint is the cause of my persecution.
My paternally kind but profession
ally cruel father has woke me in the
dead of night and seized me by this
golden hair
ITO beat you, maiden p
"Nay, sir; to dress my head la
something, new form of couture
which has arrived from Paris while
l slept. When l have been coming
to the most deeply interesting part
of a novel, he has rushed into the
room and insisted on my trying on a
chignon. He takes me from my tea
to practice the double roll upon me.
When l am ready dressed to 60 to
the play, he pulls my hair down to
try a new form of bandeau. At all
hours of the day and night 1 am liza
BILE to be curled, and frizzed, and
plated, and powdered. In sickness
and in health, in joy and in sorrow,
1 must yield my head to his ruthless
but skillful hands. I know no rest.
For months I have slept with my
eyes OPEN"
with your eyes open, maiden ?"
"With my eyes open. 1t was the
consequence of having my hair done
a PInperatrice. 1t was pulled back
so tightly that could not shut them.
1t was not until the neglige friz up
that the muscles relaxed. All, sir,
you know not what I have suffered
what I have sacrificed !"
"Sacrifced, maiden 2"
j Eyes, sacrificed. My heart, my
love, my life. Listen. A young
man, handsome, elegant, accom-
plished, from Trueftt's, was in the
act of offering me his hand and heart,
when my father entered the room,
and, though that elegant young man
was on his knees before me, insisted
upon my going down into the shop
and having my hair done with blue
bugles. When I returned to the
apartment, the young man had fed"
"But he came again, of course !"
calais he did not-he married
another"
"Every great cause, maiden, has
its martyr" I said, by way of con-
ISOLATION.
) "And l." she replied, "an a
martyr in the great and, trust,
good cause of the Hairdressers'
Academy.-AN the Year Round.
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