Audubon County journal. (Exira, Iowa) 1884-1993, 1908-12-10


her bosom friend.
We'll, it looked
| > worse than that.
unload your Aunt Nancy
woes. didn't seem to no
tice She sat down on the bed, just
as socially as you might have done.
i have come to have little talk
with you, Nancy she said. Nothing
will induce to call me Nannette
1 take an interest in you for your ia
theirs sake and also because you are
my namesake. know l ought to do
my duty by you and l Shall
That made me groan inwardly and
wonder which of my many Imperfect
lions had attracted her notice She
old not long leave me in doubt
Nancy, she said, you have the
most extraordinary couture / have
ever beheld upon human being. How
! comes it that a slight young creature
like you should be possessed of such
an enormous head of hair? Couldn't
you manage to compress it within rea-
sonable bounds? 1t gives your head
size ridiculously disproportionate to
your body. Such a growth of hair is
almost deformity.'"
did you ever!" calculated the
bosom friend
There was wicked twinkle In her
eye and smile about her mouth My
eyes strayed involuntarily to her own
sparse locks, which were twisted into
a hard knot at the back of her head
If you will believe me, surmounting
that excrescence was the most mag
nificent comb-real tortoise shell, set
with seed pearls and tiny diamonds
the most exquisite object you can ina
CINE"
How homogeneous In that connec-
toni" murmured the bosom friend.
Decidedly so,'' agreed Nannette.
well, Aunt Nancy kept harping upon
my frightful growth of hair-one
would imagine that | was a monstros-
ity, to hear her talk-until had to
admit that it was not all my own
Do you mean to tell me that you
wear false hair-a young girl like
you" she cried, lifting her hands in
horror. That all those little puffs,
and-and sausages and beautifully
waved locks are artificial?'
The marcel wave is my own,' | an
swered sulkily, but the-sausages as
you call them, are false. Why, Aunt
Nancy 1t is the fashion-everybody
wears them
"A most ridiculous fashion, said
Amt Nancv ar,nb so,,d ,oo+ o+
I all becoming. Why, my dear child, do
you know that much of the false hair
that is sold is from the heads of Chi
nese criminals, many of whom have
a been executed for their crimes? Do
you not know that America completes
with France and other countries for
this stuff? To think of the women of
this enlightened country being willing
to make caricatures of themselves by
4 wearing bushels of hair from the heads
of heather foreigners! And to think
that my own niece is among the num-
4 ber!'"
"A trifing exaggeration on Aunt
Nancy's part" murmured the bosom
friend.
She grew quite warm on the sub
ject," went on Nannette. 81 believe
she would have been holding forth
yet If | had not meekly submitted to
her views and promised to moderate
the size of my head arrangement"
You promised that" exclaimed the
bosom friend, incredulously.
Yes, and | don't know that | re-
\ greet it, either, especially since Charles
4 seems to consider it a sensible idea.
When told him this afternoon what
Aunt Nancy thought about it he said
That's about the size of it, Nannette.
Wasn't your-coitfure trifle-er-ex-
4 aggerated?'"
Il wish l could see that comb OBJ
served the bosom friend, somewhat
irrelevantly
you shall" exclaimed Nannette,
exultantly Behold" turning her
\ head. 1T is an heirloom in the family
and Aunt Nancy has handed it on to
me. do not believe that she would
have trusted me with it if | had not
capitulated at the psychological mo-
ment."
, 1T was the very wisest thing you
ever did in all your life, declared the
bosom friend, cycling the comb envi-
usly. And L do not see but that your
hair looks at least as well as it did be-
fore"
wait until you see me in my new
hiatt" moaned Nannette. Its as big
as a wagon wheel"
Very Difficult.
81 am going to be Yaccinated . she