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


upper half of the door of communica-
ton, and, placing his finger on his lip
with a truly French gesture, pointed to
a lovely blue-eyed young girl. dressed in
faded and shabby garments, but with
magnificent pale yellow hair floating Like
a glory down over her shoulders.
"By Jove l'' CALCULATED the Squire,
that's splendid head of hair!'
NJ Dupignac shrugged his shoulders.
"She offered to sell it to us this morn
ing" said he, "but we had not then an
opportunity to dispose of it. 1t is to
succor her needy mother. poor lamb
They are poor but respectable.
"You know them, then?" questioned
the Squire.
"I know them We'll Ah,'' added NJ.
Dupignac, sentimentally, chow one has
pity for the poor r!''
"Tl buy it, promptly interrupted
Squire Postlethwaite. ''There's no dam
ger of any scarlet fever or smallpox
there She's as fresh as a rose and as
clear as a pink. What will it cost? ?''
"Look at the thickness look at the
length of that cheuelure !' cried this
ecstatic Frenchman. cit is cheap
positively dirt cheap-at $50. But to
secure monsieur's custom -
"Tll take it." said the Squire, with
alacrity.
M. Dupignac motioned to Mile.
Laure. Mile. Laure tapped a tiny
silver call-bell, and white-aprened man
in the next room, who looked like bar
Der in disguise, went ruthlessly to work
shearing away the long yellow locks. AS
one by one he dropped them into fiat
willow basket at his side the girl put
her pocket-handkerchief to her eyes and
visibly sobbed.
''Poor girl poor child!" said Squire
Post1ethwaite, feeling an uncomfortable
sensation of tightness in the region OF
his heart "It's a shame-but then, il
she's compelled to part with it, I may as
well buy as any one else. Here, you,
monsieur, just give her this ten-dollal
bill over and above the bargain. I can't
endure to see a pretty girl cry-hetel
could" Which, if the reader pauses to
reflect, made Mrs. Postlethwaite's s switch
come very dear.
However, the Squire trudged off, with
the yellow treasure neatly packed in one
Of the long pasteboard boxes. For he
sat and waited for it to be woven into q
stem, sooner than be in any wise deceived
by any article that was not the genuine
one
cat all events" chuckled the Squire tc
himself, "Ive outgeneraled the New
Workers this time. I've proved to 'en
that I'm not to be put off with the trim
mings of their hospitals, nor any of then
trashy imported stuff, brimful of ship
fever and infection. To be sure, it has
cost good deal, but I don believe Polly
Will grudge the price when she hears al
about it. y
This was Squire Postlethwaite's last
day in the great metropolis, and TOWARD
afternoon he completedt his various
errands to his entire satisfaction, an6
brisk walk to take the o'clock train
which would land him within few miles
of his beloved peach farm, when, all oi
a sudden, emerging from narrow side
street, whom should he meet but The
golden haired damsel who had cried sc
meltingly at having her tresses cut away
that selfsame morning in the Centennial
Hair Emporium And at the same mo-
ment, with little bob of courtesy, the
golden-haired damsel proved to him thai
the recognition was mutual.
cit is p cried the Squire, dropping
two or three bundles in his bewilder
ment. "No, it isn't! Yes, it is!''
For the face and eyes and pretty little
childish dimples on cheek and chin were
the same, but, 10 and behold luxuri
ant braid of arlreate hair was coilet
around and around the head under the
natty little felt hat with its bluebird' 3
wing.
said the girl. Gentlemen isn't gener
ally SO liberal
"B-but your hair?' suffered oru
Squire, scarcely able to credit the evi
ience of his own senses.
ooh dear, sir, it wasn't my hair a
all, y said the girl 8" It's just lot tha
M. Dupignac keeps on hand, mounted
on invisible netting, and it amt clipped
off at all, only loosened from the net b.
| a hook on the end of the scissors. Some
of the customers likes it cut direct from
the head-gentlefolk has all sorts o
| whims- M. Dupignac keeps me fo
q blonde, and Mary Anne Perkins for
brunette We rolls up our own hair bo.
| fashion, and it don't show unless yol
get very close I wouldn't have told OF
him, neither, with little toss of tn
head, s' If it hadn't been for his wantin:
to crib all the extra so for himself
Squire Postlethwaite drew a Ion;
breath. He began to be painfully con
scious that he had not Z" outgeneraled
the city people so completely as he ha'
imagined, after all. Should he go back
he asked himself, to NJ. Dupignac'
Centennial Hair Emporium, and puncl
the head of that distinguished foreigner
or should he report the whole matter q
police headquarterss or-perhaps bes
and most sensible course of all-shoul
he take the originally-purposed 4-o'cloc
train, go back to the Jersey peach farm
and keep his own counsel forever ard
day?