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1t fell over the long bib, over the high
chair down till ii swept the floor, in
one unbrel1eh hood of light.
"Washit and cut it. andlet me go
home and make my fathers dinner"
said the quick voice. with decision.
my father is the baker round the cor
ner, and he takes his dinner at two"
"Isit that mademoiselle desires the
ends cutp' asked the hair-dresser, re-
suming his professional manner
(which endsp'
(Which endsp" he exclaimed, bafIied,
''Mon Dieul these ends;" and he lifted
a handful of the hair on the floor and
held it before the eyes of the girl
GOOD heavens, no! Do you think l
am going to pay you for cutting those
endsp It's the ends at the top want
cut. Tighten it; that's what l want.
Do you think am woman in hair
dressers advertisement to sit all day
looking ut my hairp / have to get my
fathers dinner. Tighten It, Mr. Sain-
ton; cut 1t off; that's what l want"
"Mon Dieu, mol" Sainton again re-
lapsed from the hair-dresser into the
man. He too could have decision, He
leant against the next chair and set his
lips very firmly together. "By all that
is holy, no." he said; ''you may get
some villain Englishman to cut that
hair, but me, never"
"You speak English very well, Mr.
Sainton. Have you been long in the
countryp Well, wash the hair, then, and
be done. Don't put the soap in my eyes. "
Sainton was in ectasies He touched
the hair reverently as one would touch
the garments of saint. He laid aside
his ordinary brushes and sponges, and
going into the shop, he brought thence
what was best and newest Do not
laugh at him. Have we not all at some
time in our lives met with what seemed
the embodiment of our ideal? have we
not set aside for the tima our pretty
economies and reserves, and brought
forth whatever we had that was best
of thought or smiles or vestureP
"Ah, mademoiselle, he said, ito
take care of such hair forever-that
would be Heaven. am Frenchman;
l have a soul; l can feel"
"Should you be afraid to die a sud-
den death, Mr.. Sainton?" said the quick
voice from the depths of shower OF
water.
"Ciel! We do not speak OF such
things, mademoiselle There will come
time, know, when my hair will turn
gray; then for the sake of my profess
sion shall be obliged to dye it. There
will come a time after that when 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
Every much afraid" said the hair
dresser, candidly.
Then don't feel, Mr.. Sainton. /
never feel. make it the business of
my life not to feel. They tell me there
is something wrong with my heart, and
that if ever feel either glad or sorry
shall go off, pop, like crow from
tree when you have shot it, like spark
that falls into water"
The hair-dresser meditated upon this
for some time. He did not believe it.
He had drawn the bright hair back now
from the water, and was fondling it
with his whitest and softest towels.
"Who was it that said to madem-
Oiselle that her heart was badP"
Good gracious, Mr.. Sainton, my
heart is not bad. know my catechism,
and go to church, and cook my fathers
dinner every day, and very good din
ner it is, too. What put it into your
head that had bad hearth"
Pardon! Mademoiselle, I mistake.
Who told mademoiselle that she was
sick at hearth"
Good gracious heavens! I am not
sick at heart. To be sure my mother
is dead, and my sister is ill, and my
father is as cross as two sticks, but for
all that l am not heart-sick. l like !
this world very well, and when l feel |
sad put more onions into the SOUP"
Sainton went on with his work for
some time in silence; then he tried !
again; you say speak good English,
and | llatter myself l have the accent |
very well, but what avails if can not
make you understand Was it good |
doctor who said mademoiselle's heart
was affected touched, might sayP"
There was a shout of laughter from
under the shower of gold.
MY heart touchedl One would |
think was in love. No-my heart is
not touched yet; least of all by you, Mr..
Salnton-least of all by you, Mr.. Sain-
ton"
She repeated this last rhythmic
phrase with a quaint musical intona- !
ton, as though it was the refrain of a
song, and after her voice and laughter
had died away she went on nodding her
head in time to the brushing as If she
were singing it over to herself This
distressed the hair-dresser not a little,
and he remained silent
What shall / pay you, Mr.. Sain-
tonP" said the little lady, when the
large hat was once more on the head
IF madamoiselle 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 II / should feel | should die off,
quick, sharp, like spark that falls
infn ,rater p She mazda q little neatl1rn |