The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1880-04-28
hand. A hair-dresser must appre-
ciate it. She felt that.

and with false curls and mustac hes
set upon little stands amongst
fancy soaps, combs, brushes and
boxes Of pearl-powder and rouge.
The proprietor aud his assistants
were there, and one customer
only-a gentleman, who had been
having his hair cut.
Rosioe entered timidly, and
walked toward the hair dresser
whom she knew by sight-with
hesitating steps.
Monsieur she said, I wish to
sell my hair, if you will buy it.
It is very handsome, ana, as yoa
see of an unusual color
The hair-dresser listened care
lessly.
That might make it impossible
for US to sell it again. he said.
But it would command a large
price, persisted Rosine. Let me
show it to you
sAs you please, Mademoiselle,'
said the halr-dresser.
Rosine having received this per-
mission, took down her bonnet
and drew her comb from her
hair. 1t fell about her like a gol-
den veil glittering, and waving
wonderfully. One of the assis-
tants gave a little cry Of pleasure.
The customer repressed an excla-
nation. The proprietor alone
seemed unmoved, unappreciatiVe.
L will buy your hair, Mademoi-
selle, since you are so anxious to
sell 1t, but it is, as you say, of so
unusual a color, that cannot
give much for it. Ten francs is
the utmost
Ten francs,' sighed the girl.
'Oh-sir, is that all you will give
me for my lovely hair p
You need not sell it. [ am not
anxious to buy said the pro-
prietor, turning his back upon
her.
Take it, said Rosine, dropping
into a chair.
The proprietor took down his
scissors.
At this moment tho gentleman
who bad arisen from beneath the
hands of the hair-dresser and don
ned his hat preparatory to de-
parture, approached and addressed
Rosine.
i beg pardon, Mademoiselle,
but few young girls would be will
ing to sell that hair of yours for
any sum whatever be said, kind
ly. May I ask your motive ?
MY mother is very ilI-we need
food and medicine said Rosine.
Il only GROVE that I cannot have
more money for it. l think it is
worth more
Il would give hundred francs
for it, said the gentleman. will
you sell it to me?'
is Monsieur in the hair-dresslng
line p ssked the proprietor.
No. said the gentleman 4
shall buy it for my wife. 1 hope.
Well, Mademoiselle, will you sell
it to me ?
oh, yes Monsieur, we can live
long while on a hundred trancs'
cried Rosine.
See, then,' said the gentleman,
opening his pocket.book. Here
is the money. You may sign a
receipt for it, and give me your
address. I do not wish to cut 1t
off until my wife arrives IN the
city. You can wear it until then
oh, Monsieur cried Rosine,
may [ not have it cut off at once.
We are stranges. Ii seems-s"me.
how more-more. | mean that if
| take the money before give
you my hair, 1 will feel as though
l had been begging; and poor as
we are, mamma and [, and un-
ladylike as selling ones hair m ust
seem, my father was q gentleman
of good position, and we were
once as far from expecting sue b
reverses as any who now live ID
luxury. l know my hair is tine.
| know it is worth what you offer,
but want to give it to you now,
sir
Give me your address instead,
said the gentleman. i will keep
this receipt you have written,
and when introduce my wife to
you, you shall give it to me. She
is not in Paris now, but if you
|! change your residence you will be