The Louisianian. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1870-1871, 1871-03-30

and chattering, perfectly heedlss Of the
forlorn and seely old fellow doubled up
in the opposite corner. Such things as
he found outl For there was nobody
else in the car but another forlorn and
seedy old fellow at the end of the seat.
And what heed did these girls think
would be given to their chatter by these
forlon old fellowse
"How do you get your hair into such a
lovely Auff% inquired q brunette of q
blonde. ..-.-
"Why, I roll it up into curls, and
then just pass q coarse comb through it.
But yours is lovely too, I'm sure. How
do you do yours ..
Roll it on heated slate-pencil"
"Oh, but that hurts the hair 80. I put
mine into crimping-pin," said another.
And still another II braid mine and
| press it."
And still another Common hair
pins, I think, are the best of all. But
then one looks 30 like q fury in any
pins" ..
Then the brunett gave little giggle.
"Oh, girls I put my hair into pins
onee-those great crimping-pins Lou
uses It was one morning when it
rained, and thought I was safe from
visitors. I was going to the opera in
the evening with Will Hess, and want
cd to look very nice, you know. Well,
there I set in the parlor, practicing my
last singinglesson, and never heard the
bell nor footstep until some one
crossed the threshold. Who do you
suppose it WASP" And the little dark
head buried itself in q little Persian
muff to smother another giggle.
1--WE can't guess. Who was it?"' burst
out the other four voices in the greatest
excitement.
Up came the head from its temporary
hiding, the pretty face all a-blush, the
dark eyes all a-dazzle with laughter, the
frizzed hair little the worse for the Per-
sian muff.
"Oh, girls! it was Will Hess with Lang
ford-Langford just home from Paris,
you now!"
what did you do?" from the chorus of
four.
"Oh, didn't die, and I couldn't run
away; for there they were, right before
me: 80 I made the best of it, and laughed,
for it was funny, and then snatched our
Georges Scotch cap from the table where
he had flung it that morning, and cover
ed up my steel horns and my ugliness in
q twinkling. ..a
"Plucky, declared" muttered Jim NAL
lory, inside Of his coat-collar.
viii said I deserved Captaincy for
my coolness and strategy. Will is al
ways making his bad -puns, you know"
concluded the fair speaker.
And then the others took up the tale,
and not one but had some gleeful misad-
venture to relate. And in this relating,
what mysteries of rats and mice in wa
terfalls, Of knots and coils and curls and
crimps, were not revealed to Jim NAL
lory as he sat there unsuspected in his
corner! It was as good-no it was a
great deal better than play to him. But
presently the car filed, and the headless
voices hushed, and the play was over.
And presently appeared the conductor,
and'Jim began rummaging his pocket for
scrip.
"What Nomoney Where in thunder
is my pocket-book?" he almost said aloud.
His pocket-book was gone, probably
picked when he was frantically haiing
those six cars. Yes, his pockct-book was
gone. But he must have some loose
scrip about him, certainly and with all
the blood in his veins rushing up into
his face, Jim Mallory continued his search
- fruitless search, for not . penny, even,
could he find. .-'
Here was pretty fix for man to be
in. A stranger, too; and just then Jim
caught sight Of himself in little pock-
et-mirror he had turned out with other
effects in his searching, and discovered
what torlorn-looking object he was, and
consequently, how much more difficult
and disagreeable was his position!
What upon earth was he going to do?