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192 Mr. Romaine looked in speechless disgust from Dad Davy to the rusty basket, the "go'd" of soap, and the mop for a shaving-brush. But without one word he sat down again, and Dad Davy finished the job in perfect style. Just as he had got through, a tap came at the door, and Bridge entered—and came very near dropping dead in his tracks at the paraphernalia of the new barber. Mr. Romaine was saying affably:

"A most satisfactory shave—the best I've had for years. I would prefer, however, my own things next time. Give me the bay rum."

Dad Davy soused his client with bay rum, and then taking up the gourd, mop, etc., put them in the basket, and stood, expectant of his quarter.

"Here 's a dollar for you," said Mr. Romaine; "and say to Colonel Corbin I am much obliged for your visit to-day—and if I had as good a barber as you I should not follow his plan of shaving himself."

Dad Davy, although secretly astounded at the magnificence of the gift, disdained to show his delight before "po' white trash," as he regarded Bridge, and making a profound bow, took himself and his basket off.