The Leavenworth weekly times. [volume] (Leavenworth, Kan.) 1870-1880, 1874-02-19

1t was read by . Sun reporter, who
had q days growth of beard ON his face.
He entered. undeterred by the danger
Gus possibilities of q woman armed with
a razor. He was met by Q lady, who
smiled sweetly as she held out her
hands to take his hat and coat The
room had been the front parl0r of the
house in the days of its use as . dwell
ling, but it is now adapted for business
purposes. A BARRIERS chair faced q
mi rrOr close to one Of the windows, and
across side of tho room WAS . side
board, filled with all those bottled
liquids which barberS like to squirt upon
their customers. All this was seen by
the reporter in . cursory glance while
the lady was hanging his coat and hat
on peg. 1t was early in the morning,
and he did not have to wait for his turn.
The lady waved her hand gracefully
toward the chair. She was about TWEEN
ty-eight years old, rather short for her
age, and very pretty. Her hair WAS the
color of Messina lemon, and it was
artistically laid out, terrace upon terrace,
from q frowsy little hedge over her
head. Her face was regular featured
and full of cuoquetish pertness. Her
color was delicate, except where the hue
of heslth, or something, had Redeemed
her cheeks. She wore q plain, dark
merinO dress, with q waist of some
striped stuff. She smiled again a. he
leaned back in the chair, showing Q set
of white and perfect teeth.
"Vill you hat re shave" she said, ''0r
re hair cuts"
The patron said he wanted to be
shaved, if che would be 90 kind. She
whisked out a towel, fixed it around his
neck, and lowered the headrest to COM
Portable attitude.
THE LATHERINa
The barber then selected q razor from
some that were on the sideboard, and
held it up to look closely at its edge.
The reporter felt easier when she put it
down again, and commenced to stir up
lather in a very fine cup. When she
had fixed il to suit, che came close to the
chair and bent over him. Her breath
and the soap suGs fell softly on his face,
and he forgot for the moment sll about
the peril of the razor. She smiled the
third time, and he had never before
been SO disappointed a. when she said
not word abont the weather. Bewil-
dered by her departure from the Gus.
toms of her trade he stammered some.
thing about it being pretty cold outside.
That Is the reason why the soap brush
got into the corner of his mouth.
''Excooze me-" said the barber, 81 an
so sorry. But vot for you open your
mOutl"
Smile fourth. The barber rubbed the
laihered face after The manner of her
trade. Her hand was plump and
smooth. and had jocky club on it. Its
soft touch to the hirsuta stubble was like
polishing nutmeg CRATER with q satin
rag. She said his beard was ''radder
steef," and he dared not open his mouth
to reply while the lather brush was in
her other hand. The sparkle of cluster
diamond ring on her forefinger danced
like stars before his vision, as he looked
up into the blue heaven of her eyes.
He didn't know but he was willing to
lay there and be lathered for the rest of
his life, even though the scantily uphol-
stored head gauge did hurt the back of
his neck. But the largest faces are
lathered all too soon, and with q few
final passes of the brush his was DONE
The barber laid away the cup and brush,
wiped the soap of the tips of his ears
and his lips with a moistened
towel, took an approving look at her
self in the glass, and arranged the locket
that hung from q chain at her neck.
Then she pulled back the cuffs from her
wrists, and squared herself for business.