Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1878-04-09


given to their chatter by these forlorn olC
fellows?
"How do you get your hair into such
a lovely fluff ?" inquired lovely brunette
of blonde.
"Why, l roll it up into curls, then jus,
. pass coarse comb through it. But
yours is lovely, too, I'm sure. How dc
you do yours ?"
Roll it on heated slate pencil
"Oh, but that hurts the hair so. put
mine into crimplng pins, said another,
A7d -'il another: Common hair pins
,nlus -re ne best Of all But then one
looks SO Se = tnry in any pins"
And sui, Dpother. Il braid mine aud
then press it,"
Then the brunette gave little giggle,
30 girls, put my hair into pins once
those great crimpiug pins Lou uses. |,
was one morning wheu it rained, and ]
thought | was safe from visitors. was
going to the opera in the evening with
Viii Hess. and l wanted % look very
nice, you know. Well, there sat in the
parlor praciicing my last singing lesson,
and never heard bell nor a lootstep uu
til some one crossed the threshold. And
who do you suppose it was p And The
liule CARA head buried itself 10 little
Persian mutt 10 smother another giggle,
We cant guess. Who was it?" burst
out the other four voices in the greatest
excitement.
Up came the head from lis temporary
hiding, the pretty face was all q blush,
the dark eyes all dazzle wiki laughter,
the lrizzed hair little the worse tor the
Persian muG.
80 girls It was Will Hess with Lang
ford-Laugtord just home from Paris, you
know"
What did you do ?" from the chorus
OF tour.
"Oh, didn't die. and | couldn't run
away; tor there they we're right before
me; SO mad the boS, Of IT and laughed.
Tor it vas funny, and then | suatched up
our Georges Scotch cap from the table
where be had dung II that morning and
covered up my steel horns acl my ugli-
ness in a twinkling."
"Piucky, declare :" nul:ered Jim
Mallory, inside OF his coat collar.
"WnI said deserved captaincy for
my GOODNESS and strategy. VIII is always
making his bad puus, you know" con-
tinued the fair speaker.
Aud then the others took up the tale,
and not Que but had some gleefal misad
venture to relate. And in This relating,
whst mysteries of rsts aud mice and
waterfalls, OF knots and coils, and cnrls
and cIimps, were not revealed TO Jim
Mallory as be sat there unsuspected in
his corner! /, was Is good-no, it was a
great deal better than a play to him. But
presently the car filled and the play was
over. And presently appeared the con-
ductor, aud Jim began rummaging his
pockets for scrip.
What No money! Where in thun-
der is my pockei-book ?" he almost said
aloud.
HIS pocket-5ook was gone, probably
picked when he was iranticallY hailIng
those six cars. Yes his pocket book was
gone. But he must have some loose scrip
about him. certainly and with all the
blood in his veins rushing up into his face
Jim Mallory continued his search-a
trui;les, search, Tor Lot penny, even,
could he find Here was . pretty fix tor
a man 10 be it A stranger, too; and just
then Jim caught sight of himself in lit
tie pocket mirror he had turned out with
other effects in his searching and discoy
cred what torlorn looking object he
was, and, consequently how much more
/ difficult and diSagreeabie was his posi-
tiou What upon earth WAS be going 70
say? He had quick brain, usually fer
tile IN expedients. bu' the ignominious
facts in the present case were too much
for him. He had heretofore declared with
rather 3 grand manner, that a man should
rule circumstances and here were the
most contemplate circumstances ruling
him with a rod OF iron. III it wasn't for
these i've girls, now :" hs thought. But
he might as well have said: III it wasn't
for that conductor :" and a great deal bet
ter. for there be was, slowly but steadily
making hissway toward the lower end Of
the car, with a wary eye for all be caught
mapping or negligent. And there were
those i've girls with their tickets hutter-
ing in prompt readiness ! All at once at
this iuncture he became conscious OF
pair OF the soitest, tenderest eyes he had
ever seen, fixed upon him with look OF
shy c0mmiseration. 1t was one OF those
five girls. l. was the brunette who curled
her bair over q slale-pencil. and dramat-
lied her deSha6nie. So she had been
watching him. She had seen his empty
pockets, and was moved 10 pity thereby.
spite his forlorn and seedy appearance.
He felt the blood go tinging up into his
face again, but before he had time to
know whether he was glad or sorry there