The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1901-03-21
FULTON COUNTY NEWS.
The HairdreSSer

Allan Fairfax asked the question with
a perceptible heightcning of the color in
his brown check, bringing it in, as II
were, carelcssly. although it was the one
question that had been in his mind all
this first day of his return from long
East Indian absence.
"Oh, she married some fellow or other,
nnd-let me see-l believe she is dead"
"You speak vaguely, mother of your
own niece
"Well really, you know that Glen Fair
fax's family never seemed like our own,
and Rosita was always full of some
whim or other"
Mrs. Fairfax thought to herself how
fortunate il was that Rosita was out OF
her sons way.
"Alan would have been just absurd
enough to renew the old engagement II
he had had the ghost of an opportunity,
and now that Helen Farquarson, with all
that property of hers fancies him such O
piece of chivalrous romance would have
been simply absurd"
Mrs. Fairfax sailed out of the room,
and he was left alone.
"MarriedW he muttered. "Oh, Rosita,
how could you have so soon forgotten?"
81 know l could do it, mammal
'But, Rosita, only think of itv cried
the poor little widow. wringing her help.
less hands. "You. Glen Fairfax's daugh.
ter. STOPPING to such menial occupation
as that of a hairdresser. Rosita"
mo, mamma" interrupted Rosita
laughing. Give 1t the French grace OF
signification. Say coiffeuse."
And Rosita went out with smile that
seemed to turn her whole bright face to
sunshine. "She is fit to be princess >
thought the mother, with a longing. lin.
gering thrill of tenderness.
Nine. Lucille de Prenneror received her
new workwoman very graciously.
"You are just in time. my dear" she
said "Ma fol. the orders that have re.
ceived today If had had 100 hands,
they would all have been busy. Let me
see. What are we to call you?'
"My name is Ro"-
"Oh, true, true, but It was not of that
! was thinking. | like my girls to adopt
French names. Miss Meenie Dow Is call.
ed here Nannette Dupont. and you-you
are Marie Pelotte. You do not object
1t gives us style, Partisan ton"
81 do not object" said Rosta. smiling
at the oddity of the whim.
"Well. Marie Pelotte, you shall go out
today. | have three orders-two dinner
parties and a ball. Here are my plates
du mode. Study them well and repro
duce them on the heads Of my patroness
es. DO you think you can meet the
emergencyT
Certainly. ma'am."
'You will find the number of the
streets and the hour of appointment or
the card You will charge So head. and
! look to you. Marie Pelotte to sustain
the well known honor of the Prenneroi
establishment"
Rosita went out at the appointed hour
her heart beating rather unanimously
but nevertheless quite prepared to meet
the onerous duties before her.
The first candidate. little bewigged
female who was scarcely visible through
the paint and powder on her face. was
easily disposed of and was highly graf
ified at the amount of puffs that Rosita
arranged for her
81 like you. Pelotte." said this eccen
tric lady. Tell Prenneror always tc
send you to me-
The second place was mansion with
brownstone steps and velvet window dra
peries fringed with gold. Mile. Pelott'
was shown into a houdoir whose ele
gance reminded her of other days by
some strange. hidden link of association
Presently a pert looking girl came to her
my mistress will see you in her dress
ing ROOM"
Rosita followed her into a room wher,
n lady sat in a loose dressing wrapper OF
white null. heavy black hair falling dowr
her back-a lady whose naughty glance
toward her as she beckoned her to ap
proach filed her with nameess terror.
1t was her aunt. Mrs. John Fairfax.
Evidently, however. she was herself
unrecognized, and, gathering new cour
age from this, she glided round to the
back of the chair and commenced her op
erations, secretly thanking the planet,
for Mrs. Fairfax's nearsightedness.
Mrs. Fairfax langudly opened bool
and began to read while Rosita. witt
trembling hands, proceeded to brush ant
arrange the heavy hair of the woman
who turned coldly from them In theil
hour of need.
How slow you are" exclaimed Mrs
Fairfax impatiently after she had read {
few pages "You will never he through
Who is that at the door? Open it,
But Rosta did not stir. and the lady
did not understand English. readily call
ed out, "Come in!"
The door opened. and Allan Fairfax en-
tered, looking rather surprised as he die
so.
"You are busy" said he. "and will
NOT
The half completed sentence died ava,
on his tongue as he stood gazing at thu
golden haired girl who was behind hi,
mothers chair.
"Rosita" he exclaimed. MY Rosita =
Mrs. Fairfax sprang up and applied
her eyeglasses TO the hard black eyes tha
had played ber so false
"What does this mean?" she cried Blu
the girl replied to Allan alone.
"Not your Rosital" she answered. will
spirit. 81 am one of Nine. Prenneror'
employees dressing your mothers hair.
do not scorn to earn my bread and tha
of my mother. whom that woman turne,
from her doors a year ago Why did yol
not speak word for us then. Mr., Fair
fax?"
81 have been in India two years. Bn
! wrote TO you"
81 never received your letters"
''Mother," said Allan sternly. twill yol
give me an explanation of this?"
But Mrs. Fairfax had sunk into
chair, covering her face with her bands.
'You told me that Rosita was married
that she was dead"- Exchange.
Lacked Completeness.
Sir LOinstnke- Waiter hiring me SOM