The New Orleans crescent. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1866-1869, 1869-04-11
DOLLY,D HAIR.


awaited his companions answer. 1t came at last,
OF articulation.
"Yes-I suppose 90. That is, n you want TO, /
very much, . she added, with shy sparkle Of her
lopg.lashed eyes. 'Tm going to be desperately
busy about the fair, you know. We've fourteen
rsg Coils to dress, besides dozen china ones, and
three Of Parieiau-such beauties, with eyes
that open and shot, and real hair on their heads.
We're dressing them after the Bazaar patterns, and
yon can't think how cunning they are
"But you can spare me few minutes, Dolly"
pleaded Mr.. Wayne. q
"Yes. perhaps 90, II You'll come esrly.~
And with this nigeard crumb OF consolation and
encouragement Gerald Wayne was forced to be
contentsd as he strobe away down the street,
Mrs. Charles Duer's bay window, where half
score Of other girls, 80 dsft-fngered and light
hearted as herself, we're busy among rainbow pits
of silk and scraps Of satin and lace and taratan,
making huge heap Of dolls, OF varied sizes sIo
materials, look as ridiculously like fashionable
ladies in the present stage OF the nineteenth GEN.
fury as possible. While, between a canary sing
ing madly overhead, and plump baby cooling on
Mrs. Duers lap. and all the haf-dozen ladies talk
ing at once II only to be wondered at that the
psnss Of glass did not fly ssraightWay out OF their
mullions.
aOh. Dolly. j am SO glad you've come back"
corner. "Here's the Empress Eugenie's got TO
have q painter yet, and Kate Jones has cut up
every bit of the sver-spotted tarlatan Tor Oin-
drella's ball dress train. What shall DO Z" -
sob, / can get some more, suppose; IL Will
spoil the dress PATTERN n'tnlporte, dolls must De
dressed, II the skies fall! Now, Sara, please
to cut more bonnets Of il than any other girl pre-
sent, be the other whom she mayl"
And Dolly Estcourts sat down TO plan and calcu-
late, with her cherry lips pursed dsintily up, and
her pretty goden neso pOseI on for
tune If he could have reproduced her lust as sne
For Dolly Estcourt was quite pretty enough to
excuse the infatuation concerning her which pos
sessed the souls of two young men-Hsrry Duer
and Gerald Wayne. Fair as the pearly cup OF
| white morning glory, with blue, liquid eyes,
where pupil and iris seemed 70 melt together INTO
the deepest Of sapphire, and shy dimples nesting
| in her peachy cheeks, she would have formed the
poets prettiest ideal OF genuine blonde. Whiie
from the coils Of shining hair mat were connned at
| the back of her head in piquant net one long
| loose curl had been allowed to escape, and hung
Ike spiral Of glittering spungold upon her LEFT
| shoulder.
That was Dolly Estcourt. Do you marvel that
| men worshped her, and women loved the. con-
seriousness of her magnetic presencey Some peo-
pie have natural brth-rght TO be loved and pos
sess friends-and to this heritage Dolly had been
born.
away Transforming the staring dolls into suitanss
/ and files dsl regiments and Neapolitan peasant
| girls she was thinking furtively Of her interview
| with Gerald Wayne, and blushing as she recalled
his eager glsnces and MOTTO be- misnterpreted
"Bdt am glad for all that" thought Dolly,
| "that pretended to misunderstood him when he
limited so strongly for me to give him little bit OF
my curl, and she glanced lovingly over her shout
| der at the aforesaid tress. Though there really
| would have been no harm In it." dolly didn't
mean the curl, but the appropriation thereof
land he did want il 80 much. poor fellow! But
don't thnkit would have been quite womaniy."
And Dolly remembered, not without pleased
| little thrill Of feminine vanity, how Harry Duer
| had boldly asked her. scarcely week ago, for
lock from the skining luxur;ance netted away
and thought how much easier 1t had been Tor her
to say "No" to him ]
sIis quite a different thing though to refus Q
| Gerald, "she thought, growing roster than ever,
| as she asked herself the why and the wherefore
of it. But perhaps il was the reflection OF the pink
silk which was making Queen Victorlss dress
| upon her lsp. al do wonder" she mentally added,
forf'
As q she didn't know. Girls ,cQ be girls
that's the only excuse We have 70 plead IN favor
| of our dmpled heroine; and so they viii probs.
bly, remain until the worlds end
! "Oh dear, dear" sighed Mrs. Duer, sistef-ln-
Jew of the identical HArryp at whose rsssaence
/ tN little sewing circle had congregatedp these
look like rights, in spite of their beauti'
full Mkite linen faces, and all the pains TOOK 70
paint tksir eyes and compilations with the very
| choicest of water colors ~ -.
"That's because they haven't any hair,n said
Hiss Brisrwood, viewing the bald limitations oil
| humanity with q troubled countensnce. 'Kate
Jessup's dolls all have real black hair sewed on
they do look lovely, curled on q hot pipe stem
wish We had had the fever, some OF III" she added
| with laugh.
sBut should think we might spare little hair
to make the dolls look decent, without having tne
fever as preliminary circumstance" observed
Mise Estcourt. "Come, girls, each Of you con
tribute Just little tiny lock- and our dolls viii b
gresidesl nicer than Kate Jessup's."
But the damsels thus appealed 10 set up unan
imous cry Of dissent Cut of their tresses indeed
| rob the splendors Of crimps, chignons and curls
o Ia the court Of Napoleon, to besutify parcel o
staring doIlsl Il was an unheard Of, insdmissibl'
thing, they all agreed, in twlttering chorus.
you're lot of selfish things" cried Dolly Est
court. standing up in their midst. with sparkling
eyes and flushed cheeks "As II 1t wouldn't grow
again. Give me the scissors"
And Dolly calmly sheared of, close at the roots
her own pet curl, containing fossy gold enough y
deck, at the least computation, the pates OF
"Oh Dolly, how could you ~ cried the amazed
and breathless spectators. :,
show could II Why shouldn't II" she de
| manded. +" There, MIS-. Duer, keep that until
come tomorrow, and III divide It up into littl
wigs and curl II nicely" 49,,
And Miss Estcourt tied on bewidering littl
, fabrication of blue and white zephyr wool, vii
! | ribbon rosettes the color Of her own eyes, an
tripped of through the twilight.
@Hulloir calculated Mr.. Harry Duer, IS b
! | stood that same evening in the bsy-window wat
| hands In his masculine pockets, surveying IN
| temporarily deserted fields of labor; I" this IL
| regular case OF chaos and old night, isn't IT.
tbs is the sort of foundation fairs sprout out OF
| for one, beg to be delivered from 'em. some
BODY lost her curllp and ss his quick eye caugh
the shine of the golden tress he bent 10 examine
DOH cried his sisterin-law, "that was Doll
| Estcourt's. We wanted some real hair FOR IN
rag babies, and nobody else would give rs any, b
Dolly cut on hers. Wasnti nice OF nsr.-