A BEAUTY FACTORY.

Globe, Volume XXIV, Issue 2495, 5 April 1882, Page 4

A BEAUTY FACTORY.

The New York correspondent of the “Chicago In ter-Ocean” says:—My conversation with tho proprietress of the “ beautify, ing establishment” was interrupted by a lady of uncertain age and pimpled skin, who remarked that, having arrived at the conclusion that it was a woman’s duty to make the most of her looks, she had come to madame for assistance. “That’s right! ” said the madame, cheerily, “lean make you so good-looking your own husband won’t know you.” The lady’s expression grew a trifle dubious at this, but Iho professor began. “First, you mast learn to smile frequently ; I notice your facets naturally grave. There is nothing men like so much as a smile, especially whan it comes from a pretty mouth, and a more soupgon of my lip dew will make yours fresh and red, and by rubbing a little extra on the middle of the lip you can obtain a positively voluptuous effect.” “ But my complexion ?” interrupted the visitor anxiously. “ Oh, I can fix all that. Just let me show you,” and she seated the lady in front of a mirror, whipped out a piece of chamois skin, dipped it in a creamy liquid and polished off tho lady’s face; then she powdered it well, rubbed some rouge on the faded cheeks, tinted the lips, pencilled the eyobrows, and presto ! there was another woman. On the stage she would have looked very well, but near to tho cosmetics could not conceal either themselves, the harsh outlines, the dim eyes or the lack of youth’s roundness. Tho poor thing hardly knew whether to be delighted or appalled, and when the madame went into an ectasy and exclaimed “ Beautiful, beautiful, there could not be aureate* success,” she concluded to be delighted- “ What do I owe you ?” she asked, “Ten dollar* for the makeup and material* which I will furnish yon.” and the woman, meekly as a lamb, handed over a gold piece and departed with a packet of powders and salves.