Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1885-07-18
Saved by His Hair.

The other day was standing on the
boulevard, watching with no little inter.
est the new graduates from the military
school at st. Cyr. Among them 1 motto
ed, strutting along with elastic step. q
young officer of dragons who was evil
IDENTIFY wearing his uniform of substitute
lieutenant for the first time. His tunic
was without q wrinkle, his epaulets with
out speck of dust, and his fatigue cap,
tipped knowingly to one side, showed
though bis light hair was still very short
that there had been an attempt to part
it at the back. This reminded me for
chilly of the experience of Maxine de L.
AN old messmate of mine when I my.
self was at st. Cyr. He was big Breton,
tall, strong as an OK, and with curly yell
low hair. He had 3D. far as we knew, but
one sorrow, and that was to be obliged
to wear his golden locks cut as short
as short as old Jousse could clip them,
In fact, like many of his countrymen.
Max attached peculiar importance to
this hair of his, and argued that to show
ones ears in all their conspicuous naked.
ness was sort of degradation. Besides,
there was q certain cousin, Yolande de
Precy-Bussoc, in whose presence he
rather liked to look his best. It was in
vain that he had found an artistic bar
Der, who every Sunday went over with
curling irons the quarter of an inch OF
hair that the law allowed. He was
ashamed of himself, and it was with real
delight that he hailed the approach of
his second year, when discipline is re-
Taxed to the point of allowing the hair
to be worn little longer, provided the
temples are bare. "Think of itw he said
to me one day with childish delight. "In
two months / shall be at Trouville.
shall be an officer, and free to do as
choose. can loaf all day on the beach
and dance the german with my cousin
Yolande in the evening; and" he added,
lifting his cap under which thick mat
of hair was already curling, II shall have
my hair"
One unlucky morning, however, In
fantry-Lieut. Pichard, during inspection
on parade, stopped short in front Of Max.
Take of your cspl" Max shuddered
and slowly obeyed. very good. If all
that isn't of by tomorrow, you shall
have four days in the guard-house" and
he continued his inspection.
$50 You are to be sandpapered after
Ill Max, said when parade was over.
mot bit of it," he replied; "do you
suppose I'm going to give up7"
What can you do about it?"
II don't know. I shall use stratagem.
shall move heaven and earth, but in.
tend to keep my hair"
The next morning We worked hard
with brushes and water until we had
moothed out his rebellious curls and
iattened them out quite presumably
On parade. however, Max. seemed very
nervous. Pichard might have forgotten.
No, here he was now, coming slowly
along with his hands behind his back,
and, q the day before, he stopped before
Max and made him lift his cap. Sur
prised ut first by his skillful plastering,
he proceeded to stroke the top of my
poor friends head the wrong way, when
the obnoxious curls ct once re-appeared,
sitter and more obstinate than ever.
'Adjutant! Put down De L. for four
days in the guard-housep'
At the end of the fourth day Max
mixed IN intricate combination of colors
in Q saucer and decorated bis knee with
. wash Of biue-green representing seri-
Gus contusion. He averred that his