The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1877-04-19


false hair
Squire Postlethwaite opened wide his
eyes and mouth.
"They cut off the hair of hospital
cases, and sell it to pay expenses, you
see," added Mr.. Ponsonby, lowering his
voice.
"No?' interrogated the Squire.
"Fact," nodded the old gentleman.
"And, besides, they import a deal of it
from foreign countries, where the people
are in no wise noted for cleanliness or
health"
"Never heard of such thing in my
life" asseverated Squire Postlethwaite.
''And the only way to be quite sure
about what you're buying is to see it cut
from the human head yourself, asserted
Mr.. Ponsonby, peeling banana.
"But I don't see how that can be
DONE" hesitated the Jersey peach farmer.
''I don't either said Mr.. Ponsonby,
"and that's the reason I advise you to
drop the whole thing
Squire Postlethwaite shook his head
mildly. 1t was all very well for Mr..
Ponsonby to be thus lavish with his
counsel, but Mr.. Ponsonby didn't know
how it was himself. He wasn't a mar
ried man. His wife hadn't charged him
with particular commission, and WASH t
expectantly waiting for him at home
''Let Mrs Postlethwaite be satisfied
with her own hair, urged Mr.. Ponsonby,
nibbling at an olive.
"Women are never satisfied" :" said the
Squire, gloomily.
s'Then let her learn the lesson of con-
tentment.
"Women never learn" said the
Squire
But he recalled his friends good ad-
vice the next day, when he walked into
NJ. Emile Dupignac's Centennial Hair
Emporium
M. Dupignac rubbed his hands as he
hurried behind the plate-glass counter,
and begged blandly to know Gin what
he could have the happiness to serve
monsieur"
81 want a switch" said Squire Postle-
thwaite, little uneasy under the bright
eyed regards of M. Dupignac's ten
sales-ladies," who were dressed rather
more splendidly than his Polly, even in
her church-going attire, and wore glitter
ing jewelry, which our honest Squire be-
ieved to be real and of great price
&C and it must be of this COLOR" holding
up the sample, "and one yard long
M. Dupignac critically surveyed the
lock, with Ills head first On one side and
then on the other.
''It is of a color truly ravishing," said
he. "But nevertheless I fiatter myself
that can match it. %
And he briskly opened q drawer full
of long switches, neatly packed in mar
row pasteboard boxes, and odorous of
camphor, and whisked out mass of pale
ripping gold, which he held up to the
sunlight with Polly's lock laid against it.
"Nature itself !' cried M. Dupignac,
Electrically.
''No, you don't - said the Squire,
setting his teeth together like a steel
trap.
&c Comment !' demanded NJ. Dupig-
nae.
Put up that thing said Squire
Postlethwaite, "and shut the drawer"
"Monsieur would wish it shade
lighter % queried the Frenchman "Or
perhaps darker? V7-aime'at, it is mere
matter of taste.
Monsieur don't want any of that
sheared-off trash, F." said the Squire, Ia
conically.
NJ. Dupignac drew himself up with
Napoleonic dignity. Monsieur viii
perhaps allow me to assure him." said
he, that there is no better stock than
mine upon this continent.
I'm not quite so green as to swal-
low everything I hear, if I do come
from the country, said the Squire, COM
posedly. "Shut up that drawer, [ say.
None of your secondhand scarlet fever
and smallpox for me. None q your
dead peoples clippings out of the hos
| pitfalls"
" But, monsieur gestic1liated the
| Frenchman.
81 tell you" roared Squire Postle-
thwaite. waxing noisy as he became more
in earnest, Il won't buy single soli-
tary spear of hair unless know where il
comes from. I'll see it cut myself, OF
I'll let it severely alone
NJ Dupignac's momentary expression
of dismay and perplexlty gave way to an
instantaneous illumination of all the
facial muscles.
''By all means, by all means, if-mon-
sieur wishes it, cried he, fitting the five
fingers OF one hand against the five fin.
gers of the other. monsieur shall be
satisfied. [ court publicity. I-Laure 7
to one OF the extravagantly dressed
shop -girls-'' where, then, is that poor
girl who was here this morning, wishing
to sell her hair ?-the girl with ley
checeuc d or, the head of real gold thai
takes its burnish in the sunshine? Does
she still wait, Laure %
Mademoiselle Laure was not quite Ger
tain as to that, but she had the young
persons address. The young persol
should be Immediately sent for.
"Let her be summoned at once, +" sai(
III. Dupignac, with a wave of the hand
as il he had been monarch issuing
royal mandate. 'sAnd with a sec
ondary sweep of his arm toward velve
upholstered chair-s'if monsieur vii