Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1905-09-16

~ stairs 10 ufeSS. Dinner was
"A at half-past 6, and there
M "a would probably be an in
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 lie 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 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
lot of them were on windy drive,
or boating party OF anything of that
sort, and Suzanne joined in the gen.
eral wall Of "My hairw she was always
eXasperated at the unanimous chorus
of "Oh, yours is curlyp 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 in front of the
mirror and regarded herself with big,
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
beautiful, crown-like mass on the top
of her shapely head, picked up hand
gIPS baPIRgd o of VVriXG&eyed 1T critically from
On any ordinary day it would have
satisfied her; but tonight Suzanne
paused, pulled out hairpin, pushed it
in again, hesitated, and was lost. 1t
must come down. Accordingly down
1t 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 a sudden
blush that tonight of all nights that
might be rather inconvenient so off
came the gown and down came the
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 daintlly
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 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 elias
tic; she parted it into mysterious
"front" and "slde" locks. She brushed
1t back smoothly; she parted it de-
murely She pulled it into a pompa-
dour that made her look like q French
actress; she dragged it into a "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 quilts upon the
fretful porcuplne. In fact, there was
nothing she did not do to it, short of
cutting it off-and once almost started
to go into her mothers room for the
scissors.
Her small sister finished her dinner,
came into Suzanne's room, sat on the
foot of the bed, criticised, suggested,
advised. All in vain. Suzannes hair
simply would not be done.
Then did Suzanne become weary, and
cast herself upon the bed, and wept
bitterly.
The small sister racked her brains.
"MotherP' she suggested, doubtfully.
"Mother" She quailed before the
look of scorn in one flush of Suzannes
only visible eye. 1t was true; mother
certainly could not do 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.
"Could l." hesitatingly.
mo, you couldn't" sobbed Suzanne.
Nobody could! 1 don'tscare now-I
won't dress ut ALL won't go down.
won't see im-I'll-Pll-Pll be an old
-old maidP'
Her small sister winked solemnly in
the glass.
"oh, no, you won'tp she said. He'll
write. or stay over another day, or
something"
HE WON'T said Suzanne. Hell
think don't want to see him, and he'll
go away and"
The door bell interrupted her.
The small sister slid off the bed
an CO." she said, thoughtfully.
"Good evening, jack" she said
minute later. "Sister isn't very well.
She has bad headache and thinks
she is unable to see any one this even
ing; but think lf you should insist,
she would see you moment, just to-
to say good-by. you know
Most certainly / would like to see