The weekly North-Carolina standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 186?-1869, 1869-06-23
SELECTED STORY.
DoIIy's Hair,

"Then may call to see you at your own
house, on Thursday evening, Dolly 2"
Ger. Wayne stood on the door steps, his
handsome face looking handsomer than ever
in the lovely glow of the wintry sunset as he
eagerly awaited his companions answer. 1t
came at last, slowly given, and with an ag-
gravating hesitancy of articulation.
"Yes-Is suppose so. That is, if you want
to, very much" she added, with shy
sparkle of her long lashed eyes; I'm going
to be desperately busy about the fair, you
know. We've fourteen rag dolls to dress,
besides a dozen China ones and three OF
x-Parisian-such beauties, with eyes
that open and shut, with real hair on their
heads We're dressing them after the b.
saar patterns, and you can't think how cum
ming they are!"
But you can spare me few minutes,
Dolly" pleaded Mr.. Wayne
"Yes, perhaps so, if yoa come early"
And with this niggard crumb of consoa-
ton and encouragement, Gerald Wayne was
forced to be contented as he strobe away
down the street, while Dolly Estcourt went
back to her seat in Mrs. Charles Duers bay
window, where half a score of other girls, as
deft-fngered and light hearted as herself,
were busy among rainbow bits of silk and
scraps of satin at lace and taratan, making
huge heap of dolls, OF varied sizes and ma
terials looking as ridiculously like fashion
able ladies in this present stage of the nine
teenth century as possible While, between
canary singing madly overhead, and
plump baby cooling on Mrs. Duer's lap, and
all the half dozen ladies talking at once, it
was only to be wondered at that the panes
OF glass did not fly straighway out of their
mullions
ooh, Dolly, I'm so glad you've come back"
said Edith Briarwood, dimpled damsel in
the corner. "Here's the Empress EEsigenia's
got to have a panier yet, and Kate Jones
has cut up every bit of the silver-spotted
tarlatan for Cinderella's ball-dress train.
What shall do?
Oh, can get some more, suppose; it
will spoil the dress pattern but n'impo7te,
dolls must be dressed, if the skies fall Now,
Sara, please hand me the piece of blue vel
vet, and I'll engage to cut more bonnets off
it than any other girl present, be the other
whom she may !'
And Dolly Estcourt sat down to plan and
calculate, with her cherry lips pursed daint-
lily up, and her pretty golden head poised on
one side in way that would have made a
photographers fortune if he could only repro
duced her just as she was, per camera.
For Dolly Estcourt was quite pretty
enough to excuse the infatuation concerning
her which posed the souls of two Young
men-Harry Duer and Gerald Wayne. Fair
as the pearly cup of white morning glory.
with blue liquid eyes, where pupil and iris
seemed to met together into the deepest
sapphire, and shy dimples nesting in her
peachy cheeks, she would have formed the
poets prettiest ideal of a genuine blonde
While from the coils of shining hair that
were confined at the back of her head in
apiquant net, one long loose curl had been
allowed to escape, and hung like spiral of
glittering spun gold upon her left shoulder.
This was Dolly Estcourt Do you marvel
that men worshipped her, and women loved
the consciousness of her magnetic presence?
Some people have natural birth right to
be loved and possess friends-and to this
heritage Dolly had been born.
And while she cut and clipped and sticth-
ed away, transforming the staring dolls sui
tanas and files dureginaents and Neapolitan
peasant girls, she was thinking furtively of
her interview with Gerald Wayne, and mu-
sing as she recalled his eager glances and
not to be misinterpreted words
But I'm glad for all that" thought Dol
ly, "that pretended to misunderstood him
when he limited so strongly for me to give
MIN little bit of my curl" and she glanced "
lovingly over her shoulders at the aforesaid
tress. Though there really would have
been no harm in it." dolly didn't mean the
curl, but the appropriation thereby land he
dld want 1t so much, poor fellow! But I
don't think it would have been quite wo-
manly - q, i.i1 II. n.
And Dolly remembered, not without a
pleased little thrill of feminine vanity, how
Harry Duer had boldly asked her, scarcely a i
week ago, for lock from the shining luxu-
rance Melted away, and thought how much
easier 1t had for her to say ":No - to him
Its quite a different thing though to re.
fuse Gerald" she Thought, growing roster
than ever, as she asked herself the why and
ne wherefore of it, But, perhaps. it was
ne rejection of the pink silk which was
making Queen Victoria's dress upon her Ian.
do wonder" she mentally added .wbat
forl" evening
AS IT she didn't know. Girls will he oirls
that's the only excuse we have IN Mead
In favor of our dimpled heroine and co
they will probably remain until the worlds
end! urr8 '-' "oiius
lob dear. 8sighed Mrs. Duer, a sister-in-
law the identical g Harry at whose resi-
aence the little sewing -circe had congrega-
tea' these rag dolls look like rights. in
spite OF their beautiful white linen faces and
all the pains | took to paint their ewes and
compiexIons with the very choicest Of water
colofs ~ b.s gsiY :, ""'0i
sThats because they haven't any hair
said Mrs. Briarwood, viewing the bald imita-
LIONS OF humanity with troubled counte.
nance. y Kate Jessup's dolls all have real
niaeH hair sewed on; she had hers cut off. in
me leVer' you know-and they do look love.