Mohave County miner., 1889-07-27
HATH NOT A JEW EYES?

HATH NOT A JEW EYES?
Mr.. Sainton. the hair-dresser. was q
Frenchman. thereupon his English
neighbors regarded him with suspicion.
He WAS also exceedingly stout, and
his stoutness had come upon him at
an unbecomingly early age. so that he
had long been the object Of his neigh
bors' merriment. When TO these facts
it is added that. although keen aud
prosperous business man. he had at
tained the age OF so without making
any effort to marry, enough will have
been said to show why he was dis
liked.
Neighbors are often wrong in their
estimates. In the heart Of this shrewd
and stout French hair-dresser there lay
the capacity for that one supreme and
lasting affection which is the halo
crown Of every true and noble life.
Yes. Mr.. Sainton's love story was in
Tia past and it had come about in this
way.
One day when the hairdresser was
still young man. not long after he
had first settled in Albert street, the
door OF his shop opened and 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 ex-
preston. and upon her head was very
large hat. When she spoke it was
with a loud staccato voice; her words
fell after one another like hail-stones
10 a storm; there was no breathing
space between them.
IL want Mr. Sainton."
"What may have the pleasure OF
showing madame2'
Good gracious! I told you | wanted
to be shown Mr.. Sainton. Are you
Mr.. Sainton? None OF your assistants
for me. want my hair cut"
The hair-dresser laid his hand upon
bis heart, as though to point out his
own identity. There was nothing
staccatO about the ma anner Of the hair
dresser; he had carefully cultivated
that address which he supposed would
be most soothing TO those who sub
mitted themselves to his operations.
Very we'll. said the little lady. ap.
parently satisfied with the identitica.
ton. Il want NY hair cut. 1t is like
a sheaf OF corn. It j. like court
train. 1t is like seS. horses names
tied together. il they were red. 1t is
like comets tail"
1t is probable that the bair-dresser
only took in that part Of this speech
upon which I've was in the habit of con.
ceDtrating his attention, aud that the
force Of the simles which followed
one another Ike electric BhOcks e.
capped him altogether. He was about
10 show the newcomer into the ladies'
room. where his staid and elderly sis
ter was accust Omed to ofliciate. but she
drew back with decision.
"NO. not at all; have come to have
my hair cut by Mr.. Sainton. and I
want to have it done in the room with
the long row oi chairs where the hong
row Of men get shaved every morning.
Now / shall sit here in the middle
chair, aud you shall wash my hair.
My father is the baker round the cor.
ner. Do you wash peoples hair as
we'll? Will you squirt water on it with
that funny tube? Will you put it in
my ewes? Now am up on the chair.
Don't put the soap in my eyes. Mr..
Saint0n."
SaintOn was not man easily sur
prised. Permit me. mademoiselIe,
would Il not be better to remove the
hat2 Non Dieu! Holy Mary. what
hair" For as eastern women carry
their burdens on the crown Of the head
TO ease the weight. so, when the large
hat was N, Il appeared that the bakers
daughter carried her hair.
Like the hair of the woman on the
hair-restorer bottle. if il was red" re-
marked the girl, in answertd the ex-
clamation. y 80
mo. MISUNDERSTANDING; it is not
red. Holy Mary! it is the color OF the
sun. Mon Dieu, what hair" As he
untwined the masses it fell over the
long bib over ths high chair. down till
it swept the floor. 10 one unbroken
food Of light
Wash It and cut II, and let me 60
home 70 make my fathers dinner. "
said the quick voice, with decision.
"Js it that mademoiselle desires the
ends cutp'
Which ends?'
(Which ends?" be exclaimed, baffIed.
Mon Dieu! these ends" and he lifted
. handful Of the hair on the floor and
held it before the eyes OF the girl.
Good heavens. no! DO you think
I am going to pay you for cutting
those ends? It's the ends at the top
that want cut Tighten it; that's
what ] want"
Mon Dien. no!' Sainton again re-
lapsed from the hair-dresser into the
man. He too could have decision. He
leaned against the next chair and set
bis lips firmly together. by ali that
10 holy. no. he said; you may
get some villain Englishman to cut