The Bossier banner., 1882-03-02
Fl0rence'S Pet Barber.

could not help hearing it, becaus,
waiting for the same barber. Florence
had had sn enormous house Menday
night, was bland and beaming, and set.
tied himself in Gus Lewis chair at the
Grand Pacific barber-shop Tuesday
morning, with the air of a man truly
satisfied with the comfort and happiness
the Almighty Dollar can bring.
"Do you know" said Florence con-
fidentially to the barber, 81 never get
into barber chair without thinking OF
Henry Jumpertz, and resolving to write
barber story Gus had, in the mean
time, provided Mr.. Florence with plenty
OF lather and taffy, and secured passes
for two to McVicker's that evening,
when he continued his chatter:
g think it was in '59. / was on my
way west from Detroit, and occupied a
seat with a quiet, intelligent gentleman
that [ somehow got interested in after
awhile, but found it hard work to draw
out. tried to size him up, but couldn't
make out whether he was decent sort
OF preacher, a well-behaved CONNER
clal traveller, or some modest sort of a
newspaper mani knew he wasn't an
actor, or he would have commenced CIV
ing me 'murmer' wind right off The
fellow knew SO much, confound it, I
couldn't mention a subject but what he
was up in. [ never enjoyed a mans 8
company so much in my life; but there
was no use; he wouldn't give up any
thing.
1--WE got in Chicago early in the
morning, and, as we actors all used to
stop at the old Matteson House, inyit-
ed my fellow-traveler up there to get
something warm. After we'd had
drink, as we both needed shave, we
started for the barber-shop. He got in
ahead Of me and got my regular barber's
chair, so | took chair and waited.
Then | took my time and went to chat
ting with Henry-that was. his name,
Henry Jumpertz-just as | always do to
the old boys that shave me at different
places.
MY quiet friend, who had given the
name of Brown, courteously waited for
me until l was through, and I says to
him: Say, Brown, Henry gives man
a mighty good shave, dom t hep Yes
he replied, he's splendid workman.
He keeps sharp razorsn
5. "of course, | didn't pay any atten-
ton to such a remark as that at the
time. When we got out into the office,
Mr. Brown thanked me for the pleasure
he had had in my company; and, lust
as he was about leaving me, said: .Mr.
Florence, to be frank with you, am
detective. I have been looking for
murderer; | have got him. Good-day
Mr.. Florence
sc had some engagements farther
West, and, after l had PLAYED them. I
came back, went to the Matteson House,
as usual, started in to get shaved, looked
around for Henry, couldn't find him,
shouted to the boss and asked him
where he was. why, didn't you know
about Jumpertz? Well, well, well! Why.
Jumpertz was arrested for murder not
ffteen minutes after he shaved YOU the
last morning you were in here, and the
man who had his shave ahead of Won
was the officer who arrested himp
"Of course was perfectly paralyzed,
but found on inquiry that Jumpertz had
been arrested for the murder of his mis-
tress. He was charged with numbering
her, cutting her in pieces, packing her
in barrel and shipping her East. 1 |
never heard what became of Jumpertz. |
but the whole business kept running in
my head ever since, and I never get in
10 barber-chair without wonder if the |
man that's shaving me isn't another
murderer!-Chicago Cor. Louisville
Courier-Jou77aal.