The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1905-10-05

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 a dis
tant city, and if he didn'; 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 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 un-
doing Of Suzanne!
: She had rather pretty hair, of the
sort that makes other girls wish that
theirs wasn't quite so straight. When
q lot of them were on windy drive,
or boating party, or anything of that
sort, and Suzanne Joined in the gen.
eral vail of My hair"' she was always
exasperated at the unanimous chorus
of "Oh, yours is curly She thought
it looked just as badly blowing all
about as that of the others; but as a
matter of fact, it didn't.
Just now she stood III front OF the
mirror and regarded herself with Dig.
serious eyes, and wondered what she
should do With it OH this momentous
occasion. What way did Jack like it
the best? At length she piled it in a
beautiful, crowI-like mass on the top
of her shapely head, picked up hand
glass, and surveyed it critically from
all points of view.
On any ordinary day it would have
satisfied her; but tonight SuZann.
paused. pulled out hairpin, pushed it
in again, hesitated, and was lost. 1t
must come down. Accordingly, down
it came. Then she coiled it in a 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 sudden
blush that tonight of all nights that
might be rather inconvenient; so off
hair. She was beginning to be little
out of temper.
With 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 it
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 you
don't come to dinner"
Suzanne began to pull the pins out
of her hair.
"Tell him I don't want any dinner"
she announced.
And she began.
She coiled her hair. She twisted it.
She fastened it at the top with an elas-
tic; she parted it into mysterious
''front" and "side" locks. She brushed
It back smoothly; she parted it de-
murely. She pulled it into pompa-
dour that made her look like French
actress; she dragged it into "vaude-
Vile Dip" and became almost hyster.
ical when she saw the effect it gave
her usually sweet and refined features.
She brushed it until every tangle was
out: she ran her fingers through it until
it became even as the quills upon the
fretful porcupine. In fact, there was
nothing she did not do to it. short OF
cutting it of-and once almost started
to 90 into her mothers room for the
scissors.
Her small sister finished her dinner
came into Suzanre's room. sat on the
foot of the bed, criticised. suggested
advised. All in vain. Suzanne's hail
simply would not be done.
Then did Suzanne become weary, ant
cast herself upon the bed, and wept
bitterly.
The small sister racked her brains
"Morher:" she suggested, doubtfullT.
:'Mother.'' She QIailed before til:
loos of scorn in one HuSn of Suzanne.