ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL

Dominion, Volume 13, Issue 215, 9 June 1920, Page 3

ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL

"I wish,"'said Helen, as she gave hci hair a final pat, "that I could get ho'f of a really decent costume for to-morroi\ nijht. This Jazz affair is getting dreadfully tired. And every other sir! in .the room is wearing, its twin sister." ' A pretty ros'c-and-grey Piorretb wh< was adjusting her right shoe nodded reflectively. ',''', "M'm," sho said, "But is no gooc worrying- It's a bore not being c plutocrat. '.".. • I say, Helen ... jusl look there!" The two girls gazed fascinated at i woman who had just slipped off hen cloak. She wore a delicious eighteenth century costume of mauve satin over » sprigged petticoat. A white pmvdercc wig sot off her softly glowing face and a patch was perched naughtily in om dimple. "Isn't 6he exquisite?" whispered Helen, "I think rhoeo old-fashioned things are enchanting . . . end original these days! Come along, Mabel . . they're waiting for us. It was a very depressed Helen whe changed her shoes in the dressing-room after the dance. Her costume wae rumpled and torn, and a large stain w-ai visible on the front. "I can't /yo to the 'Excelsior' in this to-morrow night," she confided to Mabel. "I'll havo to tell Guy I've got a head- ■ ache or something." "Poor old girl," sympathised her friend. "I've only thin one fancy dress t,nd I haven't a sou in the. wide. Oh, I say, I was introduced to that lovely creature . . • she's a Mrs. Beauchamp. She's asked me to have tea at her flat to-morrow . . . here she is . . . I'll introduce you too." Tho following afternoon Helen and Mabel were having tea with Mrs. Beauchamp. It wns a charming room, and though the weather wns warm, a small wood fire burned clearly in the grate. Mrs. Beauchnmp's appearance by daylight had given both girls something of a shock. Her frock was pTctty, her complexion beautiful, but tho lovely wig of tho prjvious night had given place to her own hair, which was knit, dull and straight. Though the seemed young there was already mom than ono grey streak in her locks. She looked almost plain. "I'm so glad you liked my frock, she smiled, in answer to » remark of Mabel's . . • "But it always depresses mo so. I do wish I lived in the eighteenth century, or that wig* were the fashion nosv-a-days- I can't camciiflane my horrid hair anyway by daylight! [{'aw another cake, Helen, they're real cream! Forgive my being frightfully rude, but could you tell mo where you get your hnir waved? Or is it natural? Because I wan admiring it all the time at the dance." „ . . Helen laughed. "Can't offord to natronise hairdressers," she answered, "and it isn't natural.. No, I iust use sibicriuc." She finished as if that explained everything. Mrs. Benuchamp knitted her brows. "Silmerine?" she inauired. "I'm afraid I'm very ignorant. What is it? Where do vou'get it? What do you do with it?" "Ono at a time," laughed Helen. "Tt I? a rnPi.vr nice smelling. colcurle«i liuuid. Ton can-get it from any chemist's. You Just damp your hair.nith it. put in

A FANCY DRESS FRIENDSHIP.

?r slides where you want the way* • • > Id ami, voila, ze curls . . ." w ''But that's too wonderful," exclaimed 'II Mrs. Beauchamp. "Do you have to tia» ri it every day?" "Oh, no . . . tho effects last for some '° days. And tho queer thing if that tho mom you use silmerine tho less nften , you require it. , It seoms to coax the ~. hair into natural waves that stay in of their own accord." ■ "If my hair weren't so odiously (tin .'•rand atrcaky,'' said Mrs. Beauch.imp, "I ~,- would rush out this minuto and buy a •].' bottle before I have another sandwich. \ B(ut oty grey locks Would Hook too ridiculous in Waves. Shall I buy a bot[j tie of peroxide or Condy's fluid and )k tur.i my ferr remaining hairs a bright ip'.l or red f" ,d "Mrs. Beauchamp," put in Helen, id "I'm Boing to roveal a horrid secret. A al little whilo ago I found some ' grey , i hairs' on my own head. Mabel's fair; oho won't go grey eo soon. So I got a packet of tnmmnlit* and dissolved it in bay mm. and put it on the faded parte 10 frith a clean little brush. It was wonm derful the irar that itgrndnnlly brought "j back the colour to ;ny hair." "How lovely," exclaimed their host«es. :, "Yea, I really raunt try that. Tarni" nmlito, you said, didn't ywtf By th« J - , way, a lot of people I know are ufling bofaninm as a hair tonic, but so for I , r haven't tried it. Do either of you knovi a if its any good?" " "Any good?" choruwd the two girli y . .'. "Why, its the only thing. ... " - \. "I mix. it with bay mm ' bt "You ca,n U6« eau-do-cologn«, I boi- lieve—" \"lt'i the most pricelesn stuff—" "My hair's grown heaps thicker sinci i I used it." ' i- "Good gracious," interposed Mrs. Beau- (] champ. . . . "I suppose I thnll havo to 11 vtan it too. I'll nut it donn with th« tammalite. What do you slvampo* :. with ?" she asked, "you've both got such ,f gloriousdiair." ' r This fame Mabel answered .. . "Oh, g the usual . . • Stallax, you know." 1 o "Stallax'" I don't ewm to know it. '1 Is it some special preparation?" g "I don't think so," replied Mabol. "It y is quite ordinnrv stuff, I lelieve. Yoa :t can buy it in Jib. tins from most chemwU. But it makes tho most lovely n 6hnmpoo; it lathers gorgeously in any ,f water and your hair dries oiiickly aftM s it and looks so soft and bright. My 6 own hair always get? so drr and britth o after a shampoo of any Kgjl that 1 al. e ways ma.'wago my scalp iritri olive oil bo- ! fore washing it." ! "That's awfully nice to know." said y Mrs, Reauebamp . . . "really, I'm most ii intensely grateful to you two girls. I've ? been envying your hair." e "And w*'vc been envjing your com. plexion," said Helen . . . 'I do wish I had nice- pink ohonks like yours, and i- I don't like, the idea, of roug«." 1.. "Powdered colliandum," said Mrs. ■ Re-auchamp. in a dramatic whisper . . . i. "just a trifle . . . harmless . . . inde> toctnblo . . • any ohomista . . . used <» i for years. By the way, Helen, didn'' o you sav something about wanting a fancy a dress for the 'Excelsior' dance to-nitrhu You wouldn't car* to borrow my rig-out, t I suppose? It's just yonr sirs, and I I. kniw it would nuit toil" n "Mrs. Bcimchnmp, said Helen, "you'w a onn of the beat."