The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1905-10-07
suzArNR's UNDo1Na.

At just twenty-five minutes past S,
Suzanne went up stairs to dress.
Dinner was at half past 6, and there
would probably be an interval of
about fifteen minutes between the
finishing of dinner and the coming of
Jack.
This happened to be Jacks last
night in town before his departure
for distant city, and if he didn't t say
nieht-well, if he didn't But
>.ould. 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 Suzcnne's hair should prove
to be the undoing of Suzanne!
She had rather pretty hair, of the
sort that makes other girls wish that
theirs wasn't quite so straight. When
a lot of them were on windy drive,
or boating party, or anything OF
that sort, and Suzanne joined in the
general wall of my hair |" she was
always exasperated at the unanimous
chorus of "Oh, yours is curly !" She
thought it looked just as badly blow
ing all about as that of the others !;
but as a 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 mp hand
glass, and surveyed it critically from
all points of view.
On any ordinary day it would have
satisfied her but to plight Suzanne
paused, pulled out hair-pin. pushed
it in again, hesitated, and was lost.
1t 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 sudden blush that tonight of
all nights that might be rather incon-
venient so off came the gown and
down came the hair. She was begin
ming to be 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 sur
prised to discover, on completing it,
that it was crooked not coyly and
daintily askew, but hopelessly, heavi-
ly, helplessly crooked. Just then her
small sister 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 din
ner," she announced.
And she began.
She coiled her hair. She twisted
it. She fastened it at the top with
an elastic; she parted it into mys-
terious 'front" and "side" locks.
She brushed it back smoothly; she
parted it demurely. She pulled it
into a pompadour that made her look
like a French actress she dragged
it into a vaudeville Dip" and be-
came almost hysterical 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 quilts upon the fretful
porcupine. In fact, there was moth
ing she did not do to it, short of cut.
ting it Off and once almost started
to go into her mothers room for the
scissors.
Her small sister finished her din.
ner, came into Suzanne's room, sal
on the foot of the bed, criticised, sug.
gested, advised. All in vain. Su.
zanne's hair simply would not be done
Then did Suzanne become weary
and cast herself upon the bed. anG
wept bitterly.
The small sister racked her brains
Mother :" she suggested, doubt
fully.
Mother |" She quailed before
the look of scorn in one flush o
Suzanne's only visible eye. 1t wa
true; mother certainly could not dC
Suzanne's hair-nor anybody's.
"I'll go and get Mamie Dodd,
she said, with an inspiration.
"She's out of town." moaned Su
zanne.
Gould L" hesitatingly.
mo, you couldn't" sobbed Su
zanne. Nobody could! l dom
care now-I won't dress at all
won't go down. won't see him
I'll-I'll-I'll be an old-old maid =
Her small sister winked solemnl.
in the glass.
"Oh, no, you won't p she said
Hell write, or stay over anothe
day, or something"
He won't, said Suzanne. "He'l
think 1 don't want to see him, AM
he'll go away and"
The door bell interrupted her.
The small sister slid off the bed.
OIL CO." she said, thoughtfully.
"Good evening, Jack" she said
minute later. "Sister isn't very vel
She has bad headache and think
she is unable to see anyone this ever
ing; but I think if you should insist
she would see you moment, just
say good bye, you know"
Most certainly I would like to st
your sister," said the young maj