Evening capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1888-1893, 1891-10-03
THE CONTESSA'S HAIR

--If's Charley said Polly.
III isn'tg- said l.
''But tell you il isl"
langbed deriively.
DO you think I've taken leave Of
MY seansesT said l. do you think ]
don't know ChaSley St Cyr when see
hinY-
There. they're stopping now That's
Belle with him Now do you believe
ia rneg cried Polly.
The next minute we were kissing and
embracing our pretty eOusin-in-law,
Mrs. 81. Cyr. on the sunken step Of old
Matteo Giglio's shop in the Via Madre
m Naples. On either side Of the dingy
stone doorway blossomed huge olean-
der bush in a clumsy marble vase. and
the Italian sunshine slept dreainily on
the pavement in dgzags Of gold, while
overhead glowed the deep blue sky Of
the poets
who was ''wer Wen, we" repre-
sented Polly and myself Polly was
my sister. We were both school
ma'ams, spending our 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 go 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 fat and kept house for ourselves,
turning our own gowns and wearing
dyed kid gloves and washed and ironed
ribbons Ia spirit of cheerful indie
pendence. With Charles ST. Cyr things
were altogether different. He was one
Of those curled daFlings Of fortune on
whom adwsrsity's cold wind had never
blown. and when he married pretty
Belle Bleeeker, a beauty and an heir
eAA IL seemed as Il nothing further
could be desired
To think, cried Belle radiantly,
.sthat yon shouldn't have known Char
leyi OF course it's Charley Kiss me.
Polly. you dear thing Give me a hug,
Ineiai OF all good luck, this chance
isasefing l. the moSs delightful"
~But, cried |. peering into the TO
cessss of the close carriage. what has
Charley done 70 hilnsslff
Belle laughed
You noties everything. doD'f'you,
dearr sasd she Yes, be Il changed
He's been very. very ~ With typhoid
fever. and his hair has been eut on
It's that antedl1viAB skulieap that
changes him 20. =
Il told you 20. said l. No oos
would have known him
.'But i1's Charley. all the same.
Polly protested.
I'm a regular guy. aint " said
young ST. cyr. laughing rather iDirtb
iesxly. a. with a glance up and down
the narrow street % make sure thar
therg were no Observers. Bs stepped cut
81 the rusty vehicle and catered the
store
We've come 70 buy him a wig =
said Belle lightly. ''Of course hsn
expect me 70 set up pair Of sT.ecsaelss
and a cruteb 10 keep bins company.
He's - loE spirited about Il. poor
darling. abe added sottO voee. a.
Charley passed 0n with Polly. They
always had been great friends a. ehu-
dnen. And Of eoune Il was a terrible
trial TO lose all that splendid hair u
hi& But be broods over H. and ~ ]
talk a. much nonsense about Il ~
can and pretsnd 20 think Il wid fun
And the strangesf thing h that lt's Al
mosf Impossible 10 fnd anything 70
match hls eyes and comEIeHiOn in wigs
o. tonpeos, and hes ~ LastidiOus 700
can't think We've been reoommended
20 Matteo Glglio's place. and that's
bos No came % b. here"
I'VE came 20 look az antique ealneos
and carved coral. said L Mot % buy,
of eourse Our purses don't adult that
huf AZ a mere matter of curiosity
''Oh. 0igii0 keeps everything when
ones yoa nnd him out said Bslle
There's . hair dressing ~Srd Ia a littis
underground hole where lamps an
burnlng all tlie year nrOand l,0eoane
with "a. there's a l0ve, viile Polly
losea herself among tlsess iutagiios and
rusty eoins
Mnileo 6iglio had . consulnpiise
looking son. Guiseppe b nAine. Who
snf "a the little den Hhero newiy rllogn
l,lnaass 0f goiden curls cauglIg tllo dim
slsaau Of she lainplglIf. and Iona
sslietey hing nFpua1 Lks lhe iTophirl