The commonwealth. (Scotland Neck, N.C.) 1896-1929, 1905-10-05

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! terval of about fifteen min
utes between the finishing Of dinner
! and the coming of Jack.
This happened to be Jacks last night
In town before his departure for dis
tant city, and if he didn't say it to.
night-well, if he didn't! But he would
| Suzanne was sure Of that.
She moved leisurely about the room,
pursuing the mysteries of a somewhat
elaborate toilet, and finally came to the
most important rite of all, the doing of
her hair. Alas! that the doing of Su-
zanne's hair should prove to be the I'M
doing of Suzanne!
She had rather pretty hair, of the
sort that makes other girls wish that
theirs wasn't quite so straight. When
lot of them We're on a windy drive,
or boating party, or anything of that
sort, and Suzanne joined in the gen.
eral wall Of my hair!' she was always
exasperated at the unanimous chorus
of 'Oh, yours is curlyv' She thought
it looked just as badly blowing all
about as that of the others; but as
matter of fact, it didn't.
Just now she stood in front Of the
mirror and regarded herself with big,
serious eyes, and wondered what she
should do with it on this momentous
occasion. What way did Jack like it
the best? At length she piled it in a
beautiful, crown-like mass on the top
| of her shapely head, picked up a hand
glass, and surveyed it critically from
all points of view.
On any ordinary day It would have
satisfied her; but tonight Suzanne
paused, pulled out hairpin, pushed it
in again, hesitated, and was lost. It
must come down. Accordingly, down
| it came. Then she coiled it in soft,
Grecian knot at the back of her neck
The effect was splendid, but when she
| got her gown on, she couldn't turn
| her head; she realized with a sudden
blush that tonight of all nights that
might be rather announcement; so off
came the gown and down came the
hair. She was beginning to be a little
out of temper.
| With a feeling akin to despair, she
started figure eight at the back OF
her head. She was not at all surprised
to discover, on completing it, that il
was crooked; not coyly and daintily
askew, but hopelessly, heavily, help
lessly crooked. Just then her small sis
ter called up from below:
Father wants to know why 70,
don't come to dinner"
Suzanne began to pull the pins on
of her hair.
"Tell him I don't want any dinner,
she announced. ,s..vi; = 60 y;,a Try
And she began.
She coiled her hair. She twisted il
She fastened it at the top with an elias
tic; she parted it into mysteriou
"front" and "side" locks. She brushe,
it back smoothly; she parted it de
murely. She pulled it into a pompa
dour that made her look like Frenc
actress; she dragged it into a ''vaude
Vile Dip" and became almost hystel
ical when she saw the effect it CAV
her usually sweet and refined feature!
She brushed it until every tangle wa
out; she ran her fingers through it unit
it became even as the quilts upon til
fretful porcupine. In fact, there wa
nothing she did not do to it. short {
cutting it off-and once almost starte
to go into her mothers room for til
scissors.
Her small sister finished her Dime
came into Suzanne's room, sat on til
foot of the bed, criticised, suggeste,
advised. All in vain. Suzanne's ha
simply would not be done.
Then did Suzanne become weary m
, cast herself upon the bed, and we,
bitterly.
The small sister racked her brain
, "Mother:" she suggested, doubtfully.
"Mother!' She Quailed before I'll
look of scorn in one flush of Suzanne
only visible eye. It was true; moth
, certainly could not do Suzanne's hair
: nor anybody's.
'I'll 60 and get Mamie Dodd," 81
! said, with an inspiration.
"She's out Of town." moaned s
zanne.
a "Could l." hesitatingly.
mo, you couldn't" sobbed Suzann
+ Nobody could. I don't care now
won't dress at ALL won't go down
won't see him-I'll-I'll-I'u be an O
, old maid!'
Her small sister winked solemnly
, the glass. -
t:oh. no. Zou xon'tv' she said. eHe