Woodville Republican. (Woodville, Miss.) 185?-current, 1889-02-16
HEART AFFECTIONS.
Story Of the French Hair-Dresser
and His Customer.

and His Customer.
Mr.. Sainton, the hair-dresser, was a
Frenchman, therefore his English
neighbors regarded him with suspicion.
He was also exceedingly stout, and his
stoutness had come upon him at an UNI
becomingly early age, so that he had
long been the object Of his neighbors'
merriment When to these facts it is
added that, although keen and pros
porous business man, he had attained
the age OF fifty without making any
effort to marry, enough will have been
said to show why he was disliked.
Why was he not married? Were
English women not good enough for
himP The pretty milliner across the
street had been heard to remark in his
presence that she should never refuse a
man simply because he was foreigner.
Or If he did not want an English wife,
why did he not import one from Paris
with his perfumesP No, there was no
reason for his behavior; and Mr.. Sain-
ton was the object of his neighbors
aversion.
Neghbors are often wrong in their
estimates In the heart of this shrewd
and stout French hair-dresser there Law
the capacity for that one supreme, last
ing affection which is the halo crown Of
every truly noble life, and of which how
many hearts which bear this worlds
reputation of nobility fall short! Yes,
Mr. Sainton's love story was in the
past, and it had come about in this
way:
One day when the hair-dresser was
still young man, not long after he had
first settled in Albert street, the door of
his shop opened and a young woman
came in. Her figure was short and
broad, and she was lame, walking with
crutch. Her face and features were
large and peculiarly frank In express
siou, and upon her head was very
large hat When she spoke, it was
with loud staccato voice; her words
fell after one another like hailstones in
a storm; there was no breathing space
between them.
81 want Mr.. Sainton."
what may have the pleasure of
showing, madame?"
Good gracious! told you wanted
to be shown Mr.. Sainton. Are you Mr..
SaintonP None of you assistants for
me. | want my hair cut"
The hair-dresser laid his hand upon
his heart as though to point out his
own identity. He bowed, and as even
at that age he was very stout, the effort
Of the bow caused his small eyes to
shut and open themselves again. There
was nothing staccato about the manner
OF tho hair-dresser; he had carefully
cultivated that address which he sup
posed would be most soothing to those
who submitted themselves to his opera
lions.
Very well, said the little lady, APP
rarently satisfied with the identilica-
ton, Il want my hair cut. It is like
sheaf OF corn. It is like a court train.
It's like seven horses names tied to-
gether, if they were red. 1t is like a
comets tail"
II is probable that the hair-dresser
only took in that part of this speech
upon which he was in the habit of con-
Centrating his attention, and that the
force Of the SMILES which followed one
another like electric shocks escaped
him altogether. He was about to show
the new customer into the ladies' room,
where his staid and elderly sister was
accustomed to oficiate, but she drew
back with decision.
mo, not at all; have come to have
my hair cut by Mr. Sainton, and want
to have it done in the room with the
long row of chairs where the long row
Of men get shaved every morning.
told my sister should sit there You
have no men in at this time of day
have you, Mr.. SaintonP Now I shall sit
here in the middle chair. and you shall
wash my hair. My father is the baker
round the corner. He makes good
bread. Do you wash peoples hair as
wellP Win you squirt water on it with
that funny tubep VIII you put it in
my eyesP Now l am up on the chair.
Don't put the soap in my eyes, Mr..
Sainton."
sainton was not a man easily surpris-
ed. Permit me, mademoiselle, would
II not be ettsr to remove the hatP Mon
Dieul Holy Mary, what harp For
8 the Eastern women carry their bur-
sens on the crown Of the head to ease
tic weight so, when the large hat was
OF. it appeared that the bakers daugh-
ter carried her hair
Lilac the knir Of q woman on hair
restorer bottle. If it was red. remark