Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1891-09-01

earth. slo penetrated valiantly into
The glittering ring Of destruction and
marched up TO st. Cyr that very night
Charley, come out, she whispered.
"Como with mel'
lie looked at her with cleaning eyes
and checks dyed deep red.
Don't speak to me now" he said.
Cant you see that the luck Is chang
ingf" She drew resolutcly away.
Come, say" she cried, stamping
her foot.
Just then some ono back Of him
reached irnntically over his head, beck
oniug TO "Monsieur 10 Croupicr and
In his gesticulations knocked oil st.
Cyr's beautiful wavy tressed toupoe. II
fell among the crowding foot under the
table There vast momontnry silence,
then a general peal " only half sup.
pressed mcrriment St. cyr looked
vaguely around. Then he biz his lip
and reccded from the crowd
You are right, Polly" said no. 81
i have no business here. Oh, eonfound
the wigl" as a Enthusiastically dressed pagc
would have restored It to him. ut
makes my head ache and keeps mo Ia
fever. DO look very bad. Cousin
Polly, with my own hair Just beginning
60 grow out"
mo" said Polly, 'you look like
yourself. You never seemed like our
Charley In that curly mass Of locks.
Let me have II. III take Il homo and
give It to old Antonio ut the hotel"
And Belle could scarcely credit her
eyes when she saw Polly come Ia,
leaning triumphantly on st. Cyr's arm.
lyon arc my guardian angel, Polly|
she cried.
ST. Cyr passed his hand slowly over
his forehead.
'srhnt toupco always made my head
ache" said hc. DO You know, Il
seems TO mo nsif had been In dream
and was only Just awakened. Yes,
fling IL away, Polly. Ill never wear u
ngainw
Polly carried tho wig hoinc TO the III.
Tie hotel where wo occupied inexpon.
piyo rooms Old Antonio, tho porter,
WIS very bald and ilics tormcnted him.
"Scc, Rosa" said my sister to his
blooming granddaughter, "hcro Is some
thing TO keep the grandpapa's head dry
and warm. My cousin does not need I,
any longer and
Rosa, trim, tall maiden, with eyes
like pools Of wine and a rich olive skin,
took tho wig and looked at II a second.
"Alndrc Ill Dial" cried she, n shuddcl
, CONFUSING her frame. "rho saints
iorbidw And, turning around, shC
} flung It on the dim iiro that burned Ia
IA cracked stove close by. There was a
smell of burning hair, an upward glow
of purplish ilamo--thcn iow writhinl
ashes
! DO you know whose hair II hi" Vi,
J said. mo, but do. ! was In Matte,
q Gigllo's shop ON the Via Modre whor
! tho American signor bought II. ",
0 ono In Naples would wear that halr
= llistl It Is the hair OF tho Confess
| varedn-tho mnddcst gambler IN al
a italy-who cut her throat tho nigh
sho lost. tho Narcdn family Jewels a
!, tho faro table. know Il because
: was her maid, and cut tho hair ava,
o myself. for knew Il was all the wag
: | should ever get Oh, sweet st. Rose
1 and u thu grandpapa should wear Il
!. Contesssa's hair, he, too, would be vii,
8 for play. Not for worlds would hay,
1 III is there not n curse that goes will
= tho Contessa's hnlrr
{ Polly and looked at each othc
= with startled Dyes. We were Now Eng
:, land girls who believed In no fantasia
i tales Of psychology or magnetism. We
h whnt could We think Of this storyl
IL do believe" murmurod Polly
!. "that the spell Is broken"
o IL was when ChnrlesSt, Cyr roturno,
b. 10 America entirely curod Of his tempo
i pry mania for the gaming table, AM
We mover told him or Belle of Rosa
!. legend.
& ut seemed such nonsense sat
Polly, "and yeti
- "rherc Is nosuoh thing Nsnonsense,
u said CURLY. -T'oronto Mail.