The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-12-09

any given moment is always accorded to
gentle readers" Let us step inside the
shop.
When William Alfred PETER entered Il
was with a majestic, senatorial tread.
He gazed at the chairs I'm the room, all OF
which were unoccupIed. and then threw
himself into that presided over by Mr..
Rheinhart. Then he relapsed into rev.
erie as the barber wrapped the towel
around him. Mr., PETER was wrapped In
his own thoughts and in fine linen.
shaver inquired the barber. At first
the senator did not hear, being entirely
absorbed in the problem Of how to pro-
vide the people with the most money at
the least possible cost. Then the full force
of the awful word that had fallen from the
lips of BILLY" Rheinhart came upon him
like an avalanche. He jumped in his
chair as does the man condemned to cleo
trocution when the first charge of cleo
tricity strikes him.
my God, nor he exclaimed. THAT is
the only beard I've got. It's my Mascot
Besides, I've made an oath never to cut
my beard until the people of this country
have all the money they want and trans
portation at nominal rates"
THAT beard must be yard long" said
the barber. But, while 1t Is q magnificent
affair. it is a little too long to be quite
in fashion. A few years ago we had
short coats and long boards. Now we have
short boards and long coats. Can't
trim the ends of II little, Mr.. Peffer?"
mo, sir" replied the senator, firmly
81 came in here for a hair cut. want it
shipped a little, but ! wouldn't have my
beard touched for a thousand dollars.
That is virgin beard. and no steel i'm
plement can get at it,
ut hasn't been cut" he continued
"since I've been in the newspaper bust
ness. When ran the Fredonia Journal
and War Whoop first. It was a little
woozley affair." hanging in punches on
my cheeks. There were patches where II
didn't grow, just as one sees in a corn
field bare spots on which nothing can be
raised. Soon afterward / became editor
of the Coffeeville Journal and Agrlcul-
turist's Friend, and by that time some of
the patches had filled in and both sides
of the beard were running an even race
for it.
II swore years ago that I would never
clip my beard until women vote and men
quit drinking"
"Bay rum on your hair?" asked the
barber.
NO" almost shouted the senator. I'm
a prohibitionist. Stick a little bears
grease on it. That isn't intoxicating"
"Brllliantine on the beard?' the barber
demanded.
whats brilliantine?" asked PETER sus-
piciously. Has it any alcohol in it?'
NO" said the barber. ut imparts a
delicious gloss to the hirsute attachments
and tones up the roots of the same. Then
it"
"oh. go ahead" replied the senator
YEARLY. "Stck it on"
Not till then did it occur to the barber
that to reduce a peck of whiskers to a
solution with cosmetic would cost a for
tune. However he poured about a pint
of it over the senator's hirsute lambre-
quin and kneaded 1t in his hands, It was
something like candy pull"
THAT stuffs rather sticky" observed
the populist doubtfully. Seems like mo-
lasses. Never struck any of that oil out
in Topeka"
Mr.. PETERS hair, before the barber tack
led it, had looked like a mop in the back
A big pile of hair now lay on the floor
and the barber's hands were aching. One
pair of scissors had been used up, and a
second had been famed. There were loud
cries outside the door for admission.
'Have a dry shampoo, senator?" sug-
gested the barber,
mo, thanks, he answered. Gust the
bears grease. Don't put any powder on
my face. That's it,"
"NextY yelled the barber, as the sena-
tor descended from the tonsorial throne.
Mr.. PETER walked over to the looking
glass and took a self-satisfied peep at
himself. He seized his beard, stroked il,