Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1889-08-22

toucu tue garments OF SAINT
7 "Ah. madcmoiselle." he said, to take
care Of such hair forever-that would
oe heaven. am a Frenchman; have
a soul; can feel.
Should you be afraid to die a sud-
den death, Mr. SaintonPn said the
quick voice from the depths of shower
| of water
"Ciel! We do not speak of such
I things, madcmoiselle. There will come
a time, | know. when my hair will turn
| gray; then, for the sake Of my pro-
tession, | shall be obliged to dye it.
! There will come time after that when
l shall die; but we do not even think
| of these things it is better not
"But should you be afraid to die
now?' persisted the girl.
Very much afraid" said the hair
! dresser, candidly.
"Ihen don't feel, Mr.. Sainton. l
never feel. make it the business of
my life not to feel. They tell me there
is something wrong at my heart, aud
that II ever feel either glad or sorry
| shall 60 off, pop, like crow from a
tree when you have shot it, like spark
that falls iuto water.n
''Who was it that said to medemois-
4 ellie that her heart was badgn
"Good gracious, Mr., Saiuton, my
heart is not bad. | know nav cate
| chiSm, aud 90 to church. and cook my
fathers dinner every day, aud very
| good dinner it is, too. What put il
into your head that had bad hearth"
Pardon! Mademoiselle, | mistake.
/ Who told mademoiselle that she was
| sick al heart?n
Good gracious heavensl ] am not
| sick at heart. To be sure my mother
is dead, and my sister is i'll. and my
| father is as cross as two sticks, but for
all that | am not heSrt-sick. / like
/ this world very well, and when | feel
/ sad put more onions into the soup"
! Saiutou went on with his work for
/ some time in silence; then he tried
again. you say speak good English,
! and | tiatter myself | have the accent
very well, but what avails if ] cannot
make you understand Was it, good
! doctor who said mademoisGile's heart
/ was atfected--touched, | might sayP"
There was a shout of laughter from
| under TIE shower of gold.
MY heart touchedl One would
think l was in love. No-my heart is
not touched yet; least of al! by you.
Mr. Sainton-least of all by yoa, Mr..
| SaintoR."
''What shall pay you, Mr.. SaintonP"
said the little lady when the large hat
| was once more ON the head.
"If mademoiselle would but come
| again" said the hair-dresser, putting
/ both hands resolutely behind his back.
"When / come again shall pay you
| both for that time and this" she said,
with perhaps more tact than could have
| been expected of her. And if YOU
want to live long, Mr.. Sainton, don't
feel. If should feel should die off,
quick, sharp, like the spark that falls
into water Sainton stood in the
doorway looking after her, and his
heart went from him.
He sent her flowers flowers that
duchess might have been pread to re-
ceive. He sent them more than once,
| and they were accepted; he argued
much from that He made friends
with the baker in order that he might
| bow 20 him morning and evening.
| Thea he waited. He said to himself:
"She is English; if | go to see her, if |
put nay hand on my heart aud weep
she will jeer at me; but if | wait aud
work for her in silence then she will
believe" He made paror for her in
the room above his shop; and every
week as he had time and money he
went out to choose some ornament for
it. His maiden sister watched these
actions with suspicion, threw seornful
looks at him when he observed her
watchfulness, and lent a kindly help
ing hand when he was out of sight.
The parlor grew into shrine ready
for It's divinity, aud the hair-dresser
worked and waited in silence.
Meanwhile the girl also waited. She
could not go back to the hair-dresser's
shop lest she should seem TO invit0 the
renewal of those attentions which had
given her the sweet surprise of the JOY
of love. The law of her woman's
nature stood like q lion in the path.
She waited through the months of the
dreary winter till the one CLEAN of
sunshine which had come into her sad
young life had faded, till the warmth
it had kindled in her heart died-as a
lamps flame dies for lack of oil; died
as a flower dies in the drought; died
into anger for the man who had dis
turbed her peace; aud when she
thought she cared for him no more. she
went again to get her hair cut
you have come" said Sainton; but
the very strength of his feeling
made him grave.
Good gracious, yes; have come to
have my hair cut. You would not cut
it when | was here, and | have been
very poorly these three months. /
could not come out, so the other day |
had my sister cut it off My father
wanted to send for you, but said MOP"
How quickly train of thought can
flash through the brain. SaInton
asked himself if he loved the girl or
the hair, and his heart answered, very
sincerely, that the hair, divine as it'll
wa &, had been but the outward sign
which led him to love the inward soul
of the girl.
"Mademoiselle ought not to have
said no; ! should have come very
willingly, and would have cut your