It Wasn't Her Hair At All

ïesterday afternoon a couple of geiiI tlemen were walking down Main street, I and a lady with one of these piteh-forward hats was walking ahead of them a few feet. Said one of the gents, "Did you ever see hair put up in that way before ? " "Upon my word I uever did. It's enough to spoil the best hair in the trade." "And then the color - why, it is en! tirely off style." "Went out of fashion two years ago." The lady aheud looked mad ènongh to eat a fire-plug. i "And just think of eharging $7 for a i lot of hair like that." "If I had it in my store I wouldn't get rid of it in flve years unless some lunatic ! came along." "It can't eost less than three hours' work each day to keep the miserable tousle in order. The woman's irasband that-" And then that lady in front turned around with fire and fury in her eyes : "Yon miserable puppies, I'd just thank you to let my hair alone. If you dare i to say another word I'U scream 'Pólice,' i and have you arrested." As soon as the gentlemen recovered breath, the Pittston man exclaimed : "Your hair, madam ! your hair! " "Yes, my hair. You just keep your impudent tongue off it." "I positively declare neither of lis i saw you or your hair." "Then what were you talking a'oout it for?" "Talking about it! We were not even thinking about it." "Then what were you talking about in : that contemptible style ? " " Why, madam, I do business in tliis i town, and this gentleman deals in hair in Seranton, and we were conversing about a lot of hair we saw together in Philadelphia yesterday, and on which the dealer tried to ch,eat him." "And is that all?" "Upon my hom ir that is all." The lady looked a little mollifted, but remarked with a rather scornful accent : "It may be so. but I don't believe one word of it." And she sailed off with her no.se well up in the air, while the two greatlystartled gentlemen stepped into the National House for something to steady their astonished nerves. - E.rrhangt-. There are men who, with increa.xing years, have not yet learned to view with equanimity the inevitable overflow that follows the attempt, no matter how carefully and scientifically regulat il, to ponr one's coffee into a saucer. - Puck.