The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1892-08-30
THE CONTESSA'S HAIR.

II SIltiiiCy : SSt4u Oliy.
1T isn'tr' said I.
But tell you it isl"
/ laughed derisively.
DO you think I've taken leave of
my senses2' said L ''Do you think
don't know Charley st. Cyr when 1 see
hinY'
There, they're stopping now. That's
Belle with him. Now do you believe
III meg' cried Polly.
The next minute we were kissing and
embracing our pretty cousin-in-law,
Mrs. ST. Cyr, on the sunken step of old
Matteo GigIio's shop in the Via Madre
i'm Naples On either side of the dingy
stone doorway blossomed a huge clean
der bush in clumsy marble vase, and
the Italian sunshine slept dreamily on
the pavement in zigzags of gold, while
overhead glowed the deep blue sky Of
the poets.
Who was "weF' Well, ''we" repre-
sented Polly ard 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-
BILE, 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 own gowns and wearing
dyed kid gloves and washed and ironed
ribbons in spirit of cheerful indie
pendence. With Charles st. Cyr things
were altogether different. He was one
of those curled darlings Of fortune on
whom adversity's cold wind had never
blown, and when he married pretty
Belle Blocker, beauty and an heir
ess, it seemed as if nothing further
could be desired.
TO think" cried Belle radiantly,
that you shouldn't have known Char
ley Of course it's Charleyl Kiss me,
Polly, you dear thingl Give me hug,
Lucial Of all good luck, this chance
meeting is the most delightful"
But" cried I, peering into the re-
cesses of the close carriage, what has
Charley done to himselfP'
Belle laughed.
you notice everything, don't you,
dearg said she. eyes, he is changed.
He's been very, very i'll with typhoid
fever, and his hair has been cut off
It's that antediluvian skuncap that
changes him So"
Il told you so, said I. mo one
would have known him"
But it's Charley, all the same, "
Polly protested.
I'm regular guy, amt IT' said
young st. Cyr, laughing rather mirth-
lessly, as with 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"
said Belle lightly. ''Of course he'll
expect me to set up pair of spectacles
and crutch to keep him company.
He's so low spirited about it, poor
darling" she added soto voce, as
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 Of
his. But he broods over it, and so
talk as much nonsense about it as
can and pretend to think it wild fun
And the strangest thing is that it's al
most impossible to find anything tx
match his eyes and complexion in wig
or toupees, and he's SO fastidious yor
can't think. We've been recommended
to Matteo Giglio's place, and that
how we came to be here"
1--WE came to look at antique cameo
and carved coral" said I. mot to buy
OF course. Our purses don't admit that
but as mere matter of curiosity"
"Oh, CYCLIC keeps everything whel
once you find him out" said Belle
There's hair dressing ward in a littl
burning all the year around. Do com
with us, there's a love, while Poll
loses herself among these intaglios ant
rusty coins"
Matteo CYCLIC had consumptiv
looking son, Giuseppe by name, VIII
sat in the little den where newly shor
masses of golden curls caught the dir
CLEAN of the lamplight, and Ion
switches hung around like the trophie
of some Indian chief fresh from th
scalping path. He viewed Mr.. st. Cy
critically, first with lifted lamp, then
the ordinary light.
ut is very strange" said he. {
never saw just the shade of the signor
hair"
ooh, don't say that!" cried Bel
tragically clasping her hands.
Giuseppe bowed solemnly in her d
rection.
Except" added he, Gin one ir
stance. Oh, yes, I have some of th
hair left. l have it all; have not use
it yet. Waitl"
He stopped down to a lower drawer
and after fumbling there second c
two drew out single curl of reddis
gold.
st. Cyr's eyes sparkled
THE very thing" cried he. ''Look
Belle, isn't that an exact matchY
Exact exclaimed Belle. 'The pre-
else color we have hunted all over M
pies for"
Lovely hair it was, metallic in ii