Daily Yellowstone journal., 1891-09-12

underground hole where lamps are
burning all the year around. Do come
with US, there's a love. while Polly
loses herself among these intaglios and'
rusty coins.
Matteo Giglio had a consumptive
looking SON. Giuseppe by name, who
sat il the little den where newly shOrn
masses Of golden cUrls caught the dim
glcam # the laInplight. and long
switchcs hung around like the trophies
of some Indian chief fresh from the
scalping path. He viewed Mr.. St Cyr
critically, first with lifted lamp, then by
the ordinary light.
1T is very strange" said he. Il
never saw Just the shade of the signor's
hair"
"Oh, don't say that" cried Belle
tragically clasping her hands.
Giuseppe bowed solemnly in her d.
rection.
Except" added he, lin one in
stance. Oh, yes. | have some of the
hair left | have it all; | have not used
it yet Waiti"
He stopped down to a lower drawer,
and after fumbling there a second or
two drew out a single curl of reddish
gold.
St. Cyr's eyes sparkled.
The very thingl" cried he. Look.
Belle, isn't that an exact matchf'
Exact" exclaimed Belle. THE pre-
else color we have hunted all ove Ma
piles for"
Lovely hair it was, metallic in its
| sheen. silken in its softness, and as l
held it in my hand it seemed to curl
and writhe as if it were instinct with
life. | dropped it on the counter with
m involuntary shudder.
Whose is itT' said l.
Giuseppe CYCLIC shrugged his bowed
shoulders
AS well count the sands of the sea
| shore. said he. las endeavor TO trace
where such things come from. There
is no disease lurking in them; further
/ than that we know not"
Charles st. Cyr frowned
Belle Ooked annoyed.
I devoufly wished then ! had beld
my tongue, and set myself TO making
friends with a pretty peasant girl who
had come in to exchange her wealth Of
raven black hair for some gold orna-
ments that she coveted.
Presently Belle called to me.
Its all right" she said ~gleefully.
The wig is 70 be finished by tomor-
row night. Charley has gone up stairs
to help Polly select a NeapOlitan coral
brooch.
But Polly never can atIord"-
Yes. she can; or Charley can, which
is Just the same thing. And you're TO
have a pink pendant, Lucia, dear. But
it's the straugest thing" coniidentially
twining her arm in mine, about that
hair. wouldn't have Charley know it
for the world. but it's a woman's hair;
| saw it lying il the long eurls in the
drawer"
What difference does that maker
said l.
None in the world, of course. But
Charley is so fidgety, especially since
that wearing illness of his" said Belle.
us she deadF'
Belle started
Not that I know Of No, l should
say not. Does that lovely, gleamy hair
look like a dead woman'sl Don't. pray,
put any such ideas into Charley's
hcadl"
mo, l won't" said l, feeling more
guilty than ever.
Charles st. Cyr was upstairs, select
ing little bilious for Polly and Inc out OF
the half lighted store, and we went
home to dine with them in a loggia
overlooking a garden of white starred
lemon trees, and furnished with an.
Gent carved furniture and discolored
marble statues. and afterward to the
theater. We were to go on to Switzer
land the next day, and when we parted
from Belle and Charley they were in
superb spirits.
The next place where we met them,
two weeks later, was at Monaco. Char
ley was imperially handsome, and We
could hardly believe that those cluster
ing masses of wavy hair that shaded
his forehead we're not actually his own
His color had come back; his eye
shone with a strange, ftful light, and
his manner was full of a strange vivac
ity. For the period it seemed almos-
as II he and Belle had changed charac
tiers. She was pale and wan and silent
and gave n the impression of contin
uany watching him, as she sat will
books or work in her lap.
what is il. Bellef' asked, snug
, ging up to her, the first evening w
: were there. Something troubles you
: What is it, Remember, I'm your moth
er cOnfessor."
She was intently regarding the gilt
tering doorway Of the great gambling
I palace opposite to which we sat
II thought 50" said she. He hai
, gone there again He has forgotten
! that / even exist. Now I shall SCI