Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1877-04-27

fever and smallpox, ana all tnat sort oI
thing, are disseminated to an alarming ex-
tent through the medium of false hair"
Squire Postlethwaite opened wide his eyes
and mouth.
"They cut of the hair OF hospital cases,
and sell tito pay expenses, you see," added
Mr.. Ponsonby, lowering his voice.
mo ?" interrogated the Squire.
"Fact," nodded the old gentleman. "And,
besides, they import deal of 1t from for
eign countries, where the people are in no
wise noted for cleanliness or health"
"Never heard of such thing in my life"
asseverated Squire PostlethwaiIe.
"Aud the only way 10 be quite sure
about what you're buying is to see 1t cut
from the human head yourself" asserted
Mr.. Ponsonby, peeling banana.
"But don't see how that can be DONE"
hestated the Jersey peach farmer.
"I don't either" said Mr.. Ponsonby,
"and that's the reason l advise you to drop
the whole thing"
Squire Postlelhwaite shook bis head mild
ly. II was all very well for Mr.. Ponsonby
TO be thus laT ish with his counsel, but Mr..
PUnsonby didn't know bow 1t was himself.
He wasn'ta married man. His wife hadn't
charged him with particular commission,
aud wasn't expectantly waiting for him at
home.
"Let Mrs. Postlethwaite be satisfied with
her own hair" urged Mr.. Ponsonby, nib
bling at an olive.
"women are never satisfied" said the
Squire, gloomily.
"Then let her learn the lesson OF content
ment"
"Women never learn" said the Squire.
But he recalled his friends good advice
the next day, when he walked into NJ.
Emile Dupienac's "Centennial Hair Empo-
| rum"
NJ. Dupignac rubbed bis hands as he hur-
ried behind the plate-glass counter, and
begged blaDdly to know 'in 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 NJ. Dupignac's ten "sales-
ladies'" who were dressed rather more
splendidly than his Polly, even in her
church. going attire, and wore glitteriug
jewelry, which our honest Squire believed
TO be real and of great prlce-"and it must
|
and one yard long"
NJ. Dupiguac critically surveyed the lock, F.,
with his head first on one side and then on
the other.
at is of a color truly rAvishing,' said he.
"But nevertheless I iatler myself that
can match it,"
And he briskly opened a drawer full of
long switches, neatly packed in narrow
pasteboa rd boxes, and odorous of camphor,
and whisked out a mass of pale ripping
gold, which he held up to the sunlight with
Polly's lock laid against it.
mature itselfr' cried NJ. Dupignnc, the
atrically.
mo you don'tr said the Squire, setting
his teeth together like a steel-traP.
"Commentf" demanded NJ. Dupiguac.
put up that thing" said Squire Postle-
thwaite, land shut the drawer"
monsieur would wish il a shade light
err" quered the Freuchman. "Or perhaps
darkerf Vraiment, it is mere matter of
TASTE"
"Monsieur don't want any of that shear
ed.oT trasb," said the Squire, laconically.
NJ. Dupgnac drew himself up with Ma
allow me TO assure him." said he, THAT
there is no better stock than mine upon the
continent"
"I'm not quite SO green as 10 swallow ev-
erything l hear, ii do come from the
country" said the Squire, compCsedly.
"Shut up that drawer, 1 say. None Of your
secondhand scarlet fever and small. pox
for me. None OF your dead peoples clip
pings o ut of the hospitals"
"But, monsieur" gesliculated the
Frenchmau.
81 tell you," roared Squire Postiethwaite,
waxing noisy as he became more in earn
est, ~ won't buy a single solitary spear OF
hair unless l know where it came from.
I'll see it cut myself, or I'll let it severely
alone"
NJ Dupignac's momentary expression oi
dismay and perplexity gave way 10 an in
Simultaneous illumination of all the facial
} muscles.
: "By all means, by all means, If monsieur
wishes it," cried he, fitting the Eve fingers
} of one hand against the five fingers of the
/, other. monsieur shall be satisfied.
court publicity. I-Laure r'-to one of the
extravagantly dressed hop-girls-"where
: then is the poor girl who was here this
! morning, wishing to sell her hair?-the girl
, with les chevevr do,, the head of real gol6
( that takes its burnish in the sunshine? Doe:
she still wait, Laure?"
Mademosele Laure was not quite GER
tain as 10 that, but she had the young per
sons address. The young person SHOULD
be Immediately sent for.
"Let her he summoned at once" said NJ
0 Dupignac, with a wave of the hand, as /
a he was a monarch, issuing royal mandate
a "And"-with a secondary sweep OF thu
arm toward a velvet upholstered chair-"i
!. monsieur will honor us by waiting but
= few seconds, his undeserved doubts shal
: all be set at rest"
"Sesing is believing" said Squire Pos
Q tlethwaite, cavalierly. And he sat down
$ softly whistling "Donnie Dundee" anC
o staring steadfastly out of the window.
n In about fifteen minutes there was littl
j. hustle of arrival in the next room. NJ. Du
o pignac liled a Nottingham lace curtai
o which shielded the glazed upper half OF tn
10 door of communication, and placing hi
!, finger on his lip with a truly French ges
It ture, pointed to lovely blue-eyed youn
=, girl, dressed in faded and shabby garments
d but with magnificent pale yellow hal
k floating like glory down over her shoul
., ders.
d "By Jove p calculated the Squire, "that'
r a splendid head of hairW
u NJ. Dupignac shrugged his shoulders
,r ''She offered to sell it TO us this morning,
1t said he; "but we had not then an oppoI
t tunity to dispose of it. 1t is to succor he