Daily Yellowstone journal., 1891-09-12
THE &C NTESSA'S HAIR.

'Tt's Charley said Polly.
1T isn't said /.
"But tell you IL isl"
laughed d%erisively.
do YOU think I've taken leave Of
my sensesT' said | do you think /
don't know Charley ST Cyr when I see
himf'
There. they're stopping now That's
Belle with him Now do YOU believe
In mer' cried Polly
The next minute we were kissing and
embracing IA pretty cousin-in-law,
Mrs. St Cyr, on the ,uuken step of old
Matteo Giglios s.iup ia the Via Madre
in Naples Ou either side II the dingy
stone doorway b|lossourd "a huge clean
der bush Ia a CLUMSY marble ase and
the Italian sunshine slept dreamily on
the pavement la ziEzags of gold, while
overhead glowed the deep blue SKY. Of
the poets
Who was "weT Well. I'VE" repre-
sented Polly and myself Polly "a
my sister We were both school
ma'ams. spending u vacation in the
land of sunshine. Not wealthy tourists
by any means, nor yet blOated bond
holders. but sensible, economical Yam
kee girls who had learned the art Of
making every penny 60 as far as posi-
bic, and who were engaged in doing"
the continent as cheaply as practicable.
And quite necessary we found that
same economy AT home we lived in
a fiat and kept house for ourselves,
turning our W gowns and wearing
dyed kid gloves and washed and ironed
ribbons in a spirit of cheerful indie
pendence. With Charles st. Cyr things
were altogether different. He vas n
Of those eurled darlings Of fortune on
whom adversity's cold wind had never
blown, and when he married pretty
Belle Bleecker, a beauty and an heir
ess, it seemed as if nothing further
could be desired
ITO think" cried Belle radiantly,
that you shouldn't have known Char.
leyl of course it's Charley Kiss me,
Polly, you dear thingl Give me a hug,
Lucial OF all good luck, this chance
meeting is the most delightful"
But" cried |. peering into the re-
cesses of the close carriage, what has
Charley done Is himselfr
Belle laughed.
you notice everything, don't you,
dearT' said she. Yes, he is changed.
He's been very, very Ill with typhoid
fever, and his hair has been cut off.
It's that antediluvian skullcap that
changes him So"
81 told you so" said l. mo one
would have known him."
But it's Charley. all the same" "
Polly protested
I'm a regular guy, amt IT. said
young ST. Cyr, laughing rather mirth-
Iessly. as with a glance up and down
the narrow street to make sure that
there were no observers. he stepped out
of the rusty vehicle and entered the
store.
We've come to buy him a wig
eaid Belle lightly. "Of course he'll
expect me to set up a pair Of spectacle'
and a crutch 20 keep him company.
Hes so low spirited about it, pool
darling" she added soto voce, a
Charley passed on with Polly. They
always had been great friends as chill
dren. "And of course it was a terrible
trial to lose all that splendid hair o.
his But he broods over it, and so
talk az much nonsense about il a
ca. and pretend to think it wild fun
And the stnangest thing Is that it's al
most impossible to find anything q
match his eyes and complexion in wig
or toupees. and he's 20 fastidious yoI
can't think We've been recommended
to Matteo Gigno's place, and that
how we came 10 be here"
'sWe came to look at antique cameo
and carved coral" said L Not to buy
Of course Our purses don't admit that