ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL.

Dominion, Volume 13, Issue 41, 12 November 1919, Page 5

ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL.

"I wish," tuui Helen, as she gave- her hail- a final put, "that I could get hold of a, really decent costume for to-morrow night. This Jazz affair is getting dreadfully tired. And every other girl in the room is wearing its twin sister,'A pretty rosc-aml-grey Pierrette who was adjusting her right shoe nodded reflectively. • "M'm," she said, "But is no good worrying. It's n bore not being ' a plutocrat. ... I say, Helen . . . just look there!" The two girls gazed fascinated at .i woman who' had just slipped off her cloak. She wore a delicious eighteenth century costume of mauve satin over .v sprigged petticoat. A white' powdered wig set off her softly glowing face and a patch was perched naughtily, in on& dimple. "Isn't she exquisite ?" whispered Helen. "1 think those oW-fashioned things are enchanting . .' .and original these days! Come along, Mabel , . • they're waiting for us. It was a very depressed Helen who changed her shoes in the dressing-room after 'the dance., Her costume was rumpled and torn, and a largo stain was visible on the front. "I can't go to the 'Excelsior' in this to-morrow night," she confided to Mabel. "I'll have to tell Guy I've got a headache or something." "Poor old girl," sympathised her friend. "I've only this one fancy dress and I haven't n sou in the wide, i Oh, I say, I was introduced to that lovely creature . .'• she's a .Mrs. Beanchamp. She's asked me to have tea at her flat to-morrow . . . here she is . . • I'll introduce you too." The following afternoon Helen and Mabel were having tea, with Mrs. Beauchamp. It was a charming room, and though the weather was warm, n small wood fire burned clearly in Hie grate. Mrs. Beanehamp's appearance by daylight had given both girls something of a shock. Hev ; frock was pretty, her complexion beautiful, but the lovely wig of tlio previous night, had given placo to her own hair, which was lank, dull and straight. Though she seemed younj there was already more than ono grey streak in her locks. She looked almost plain. "I'm so glad you liked my frock," she smiled, in answer to n- remark of Mabel's . . . "But it always depresses me so. I do wish I lived in the eighteenth century, or .that wigs were the fashion now-a-days. I can't camouflage, my horrid hair anyway by daylight! Have another cake, Helen, they've real cream! Forgive my being frightfully rude, but could you tell mo where you pet your hair waved? Or is it natural? Because I was admiring it all the time at the dance." Helen laughfd. "Can't afford to patronise hairdressers," she answered, "and it isn't! natural. No, I just use silmerinc." • She finished as if that explained everything. Mrs. Beanchamp knitted her brows. "Silmerinc?" she hundred. "I'm afraid I'm very ignorant. What is it? .Where <lo vou get it? ■ What do vou do with it?" "One at a time," laughed Helen. "It i= a rathjr'nice. smelling, colourless liquid. Yon can get it from any chemist's. You just (lump your hair nitb it, put-in

A FANCY DRESS FRIENDSHIP,

slides where you want the wave • . . and, voi'a, ze curls . . ." "But that's too wonderful," exclaimed Mrs. Beanchamp. "Do you have to use it every day?" "Oh, no . . • tho effects last for some days. And the queer thing is that the move you uso silnierine the less often you require it. It seems to coax the hwr into natural waves that stay in of their own accord." "If my hair weren't so odiously Ihin and streaky," said Mrs. Beauclnmp, "I would rusli out this minuto and buy a bottle beforo I have another'sandwich, 'fiiut my grey lacks tvould Book too ridiculous in Waves.' Shall I buy a bottle of peroxide or Condy's fluid and turn my few remaining hairs a bright '•{old or red?" "Mrs. Beaucliamp," put in Helen, "I'm going to reveal a horrid secret. A little while ago I found some grej wiirs on my own head. Mabel's fair; ™ie won't go grey so soon. So I, got a packet of fammalite and dissolved it in bay rum, and nut it on the faded parts with a clean lfttlo brush. It was wonderful the way that it gradually brought back tho colour to Jay hair." "How lovely,". exclaimed their hostess. "Yes, I really must try'that, Tarnlnalite, you said, didn't you? By tin way, a lot of people I know are using boranium as a hair tonic, but so far I haven't tried it. Do either of you know if its any good?" "Any good?" chorused the two gtrle ... "Why. its the only thing. ..." "I mix it with bay rum —" "Yon can use eau-de-cologne, I belie;'!!—" "Its the most priceless stuff —" ■ "My hair's grown heaps thicker since I used it." "Good gracious," interposed Mrs. Beanchamp. ... "I suppose I shall have to us.? it too. I'll nut it down with the tamiimlitc. What do you shampot. with ?" she asked, "you've both got such gloriou>liair." This time Mabel answered ■ . . "On, the usual . . • Stallnx, you know." "St'iillax'" I don't s.'.em to know it. Is it some special preparation?" ' "I don't think so," replied Mabel. "It is quite ordinary stuff, I believe. You can buy it in }lb- tins from most chemists. But it. makes the most lovely shampoo; it lathers gorgeously in any ware? and your hair dries quickly after it and looks so soft and bright. My own hair always gets so dry and brittle after a shampoo of any kind that. 1 always massage my scalp with olive oil before washing it." "That's awfully nice to know, said Mrs. Beanchamp . . . "really, I'm most intensely grateful to you two girls. Ivu been' envying your hair-" "And we've been envying your com. plosion," said-Helen ... "I do wish I had nice pink cheeks like yours, and [ don't like the idea of rouge." • "Powdered colliandum," said Mts. Beanchamp. in a dramatic whisper • . . "just, a trifle . • .harmless . . . indefeetEblo . . • anv chemists . • . used it for years. By 'the way, Helen, didn't vou' say .something about wanting a fancy dress for the 'Excelsior* dance to-night? You wouldn't care to borrow my rig-out, I suppose?' It's just your size, and I knew it 'would suit you." "Mrs. Beaucliamp," said He]en, "you re t:ic of the best."