Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1874-03-13
shaved by q Lady Barber.

A reporter of the New York stSun" ha
submitted to be shaved by "apretty Frencl
woman" who has recently opened a bar
ber-shop on West Fourth street. not fai
from Broadway, and occupies a column il
the "Sun" with a description of his exper.
fence, from which we copy the following
The barber selected a razor from some
that were on the sideboard, and held it vi
to look closely at it's edge. The reporter
felt easier when she put it down again, anC
commenced to stir up lather in a very fancy
cup. When she had fixed it to suit, SHE
came close to the chair and bent over him
Her breath and the soap-suds fell softly
upon his face, and he forgot for the moment
all aboutthe peril of the razor. She smiled
the third time, and he had never before
been SO disappointed as when she said not
a word about the weather. Bewildered by
herfemarkable departure from the customs
of hertrade he stammered something about
it being pretty cold outside. That was
why the soap-brush got into the corner OF
his mouth. aa
"Excoose me- y said the barber, 81 am SO
sorry. But vatfor you open your mout' ~
b Smile fourth. The barber rubbed the
lathered face after the of her
trade. Her hand was plump and smooth,
and had jocky club on it,. Its soft touch
to the hirsute stubble was like polishing a
nutmeg crater with a satin rag. She said
his beard was "radder steef, y but he dared
not open his mouth toTeply while the lath-
er brush was in her other hand. The
sparkle of a cluster diamond ring on her
forefnger danced like stars before his Wis
ion, as he looked up into the blue heaven
OF her eyes. He didn't know but he was
willing to lie there and be lathered for the
rest of his life, even though the s~eantily
upholstered liead-gauge did hurt the back
Of his neck. But the largest faces are
lathered all too soon, and with a few final
passes of the brush his was done. The bar
Der laid away the cup and brush, wiped
the soap off the tips of his ears and his
lips with Il lavender-moistened towel, took
an approving look at herself in the glass,
and arranged the locket that hung from Il
chain at her neck. Then she pulled back
the cuffs from her wrists and squared her
self for business.
The barber wrin killed. her brow into a
p%ortentous frown, pursed up her red lips,
and seized the razor. The reporter gently
slivered. She grabbed the end of a pen
liant strop, aid drew the razor up and down
It several times in an energetic way. She
came toward him with the keen-edgeo
weapon uplifted in one hand, and q SCRAP
of colored tissue paper in the other. The
paper she laid on his shoulder to wipe the
scraped-of latler on. The razor she pois-
ed daintily between the thumb and fore
finger of her right hand, and looked for a
lively at his throat, and the reporter thought
that a look of desperate resolve came into
her blue eyes. She looked terribly in earn
est as she made a start just below his left
eaT. Her left e.sA .eatnd- ON hi7
brow, while with her right she made def,
rapid strokes with her razor. She went
down his left cheek like a whirlwind. car
rying all before her, including three hairs
off the corner of his moustache. She gent
ly whopped his head over the other way,
and swooped down across his right cheek
She squared his head and made a clean
sweep over his chin. She seraped boldly
over his throat as though she knew moth
ing Of jugular veins. 1t was q period Of
altarnafn bonoc and fnarc for the renortar
but he cam out without a scratch.