!<)(> THE ST. HEOIS AND SAllANACS. 



afraid I'll make a bad jolt of it; and I mi<r,ht rut you hor- 

 ribly. " 



With a sii;-li of conuninirled desperation and relief, the 

 Sheriff replied: 



" If you'll try it, I'll take the risk. " 



With a face that had to be kept lon.ir,, hceausr it twitched 

 with suppressed laughter, 1 proceeded to the tonsorial task. 

 1 |)lanled him in a chair squarely before tlie window, lath 

 ered his face until the whole ru_rired surface looked like a 

 meringue; and ^inl'iim- myself for the labor not put down 

 as one . >f the labor-- of Hercules, I seized his no-e in the 

 most approved fashion and scraped. My victim winced. 



"Does it hurt ?" 



"Some but go on I can stand it. " 



I scraped airain. and the blood oozed through the sallow 

 skin. 



" I have to bear on, you see, " I said, " for this ra/or i<n I 

 in the best order. " 



" Go ahead! " came through the shut teeth. 



Whether the SheritT was pale or not. [ couldn't - 

 the lather. And whether the eyes were blood-shot did not 

 appear, for they were closed in determined resignation. 



1 found 1 was in for it. and worked away with miirhl 

 and main. There were few more words, the time for 

 them was passed. I scraped a train and airain. and the 

 blood oozed from every freshly-shaven surface. It was my 

 torn to be desperate. Suppose I should utterly ruin the 

 Sheriff's face! What if I made him totally unpresentable 

 for a week! This was no Jericho where he could tarry 



