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                      "--"    and  "--,"   and  on  occasion,  of  nearly  half  that  many.  She was not  small,
                      more strenuous  words; which, in these  days   she was very nearly stately  in fact, and wore
                      as in those of good Queen Anne, may  rather   a magnificent blonde wig.  She had  assured
                      signify high  spirit  in  a lady,  since I  under-  me that  it  was the  original, natural  color of
                      stand  that  the  most  respectable  women  the hair;  and  that  it was her own.
                     swear a little  as well as paint  their lips  and   "I  paid  fifteen hundred  dollars  for it!"
                     shave  eyebrows.                               Which,  I  reflected,  ought  to  have  been
                        "Come on,"  she said.  "I'm  starved  for a  enough  to  make  any  woman  feel  that  the
                     talk."                                      hair  she wore was her  own.
                       And  she  led  me  down  the  hall  and  into   "A woman's  hair  is her  crowning glory,"
                     one of the  rooms with  its  oppressive, sense-  she had  said.  "And  like most  women who
                     distracting  colors.                        wear crowns, I  took it from the head  of an-
                        "I  said  they'd  never  get  you  asleep--un-  other  woman."
                     less you were doped.  About as hard to  dope   Her  eyes  were  dark,  very  dark;  so  that
                     you as a saint on a fast--don't  smoke, don't   the  contrast  between  the  wonderful  yellow
                     eat, don't  drink, and don't  believe a woman.  hair  and  the  black eyes was arresting.  Her
                     Mother ofof  Satan,  you  ought've  been  a   features  were  what  is  called  "good,"  but
                     preacher!"       ·                          rather  hard.  Her  voice  was  not  pleasant,
                       At  her  gesture  I  leaned against  a  heap of   though  neither  hoarse  nor  harsh.  It  was
                     pillows  almost  to  my  waist,  and,  sitting,   cold,  devoid  of  the  soft,  nearly  inaudible,
                     sank down, down, down until  my knees were  overtones  that  give sweetness  to  the  voices
                     higher  than  my chin.  She laughed.        of many  women.
                       "Put  your  feet  up.  Be  comfortable."    She  wore  heavy,  black-pendent  earrings
                       As there  was no chair  in  the  room I  had   and  many  rings.  Her  long  :fingers were
                     looked  around  with  a  kind  of  baffled  ex-  stained,  perhaps  with  opium.  I  do  not
                     pression  that  amused  her.  I  feel  awkward   know how much was from opium, how much
                     when  lying  down  except  for. purpose  of  from cigarets.
                     sleep, so I  stood  up.                       She smoked  cigarets  all  the  time,  which
                       She  sank  back  into  another  pile of  cush-  may account in part  for the voice.  She said
                     ions and  struck  a bell.  Almost at once  some  that  the  cigarets  were  not  doped.  How-
                     one  scratched  at  the  door,  and  she had  a   ever,  I  could  not  see  why  she  should  feel
                     chair brought  to me.-                      much  virtue  on  that  account;  she  used  a
                       "Now  tell me  about  yourself."          pipe,  and when we first became  acquainted
                       She  lay  forward  watchfully,  apparently   used to beg me to try it with her.
                    interestedly.   It  is no  wonder  that  women   "Just  to  see  how  you  like  it ....   Oh,
                    make  fools of men.  Even  I  felt  the  warm  once  won't  hurt  you.  .  .  .  Don't  be  a
                    urge  to  tell  her  all about  everything  for no   fool.  .  .  .  Just  get the  sensation  .  .  . once.
                    other  reason  than  that  she was not  an  un-  ..  Come  on.  ·•·  .  What you "'afraid of?
                    attractive  woman  who  had  put  on  an  en-  .  .  .  Oh, go to ---  then!"
                    ticing  expression  of  eagerness.  But  I  did   Which,  I reminded  her, was a strange  in-
                    not  tell  her  anything  more  than  I  retro-  junction  to  bestow  upon  one  who  had  re-
                    spectively  could  approve.                  sisted  temptation.   And  for  answer  she
                      She said:                                  gave me a long, hard,  enigmatic  tare.
                      "Come along, preacher-boy.  Who've you       It  is  true,  I  suppose,  though  she  would
                    been  saving  from  continuing  in  the  evil  never  admit  it,  that  opium-smokers  get  a
                    path?  And  the  papers  did  things  nicely for  satisfaction  out  of  pulling  others  into  the
                    you.   Wonder  what  they'll  say  of  me?  habit.  How else can  a habit  that  r  quires
                    'Madame    Hazel  Guigane,  Queen  of  the   so much  of a layout,  so much  preparation,
                    Hop-Heads,  croaked  this  A.M.    Thank    and,  so I  have  been  told,  o much "skill  "
                    God.'  But  you!  What  happened  at  Pitts-  have  increased  so  rapidly  in  all  direc-
                    burg  anyway?"                              tions?
                                                                  One may,  so far as I  can  guess,  more  or
                           MADAME       GUIGANE  probably       less by  accident  get  into  the  use  of  other
                           knew  her  own  age.  I  doubt  if  any   drugs-be   after  something  to  run  off  in-
                           one else did.  It  is a very  stupid  wo-  somnia, oror be  taught  in  their use  by  doped
                    man who can not  continue  to look thirty  for   med1cmes; but-I  am not bemg "scientific·"
                    at  ]east filteen  years.  I  had  known  her  for   I  am  only expressing  deductions-to   smoke
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