ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL

Dominion, Volume 13, Issue 71, 17 December 1919, Page 12

ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL

"I wish," said Helen, as she gave her hair a final pnt, "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 tho room is wearing its twin sister."' A pretty rose-and-grey Pierrette- who was adjusting her right shoe nodded roUeelivelv. "M'm," sho said, "But is no good worrying. It's- a boro not being a plutocrat. ... I say, Helen . . . just •look there!" The two girls gazed fascinated at & woman who had just slipped off her ctoalc She wore a delicious eighteenth ccntiirv costume of mauve satin over ,\ sprigged petticoat. A white powderca wis set off her softly glowing face and a "patch was perched naughtily in on* dimple. "Isn't 6he exquisite? whispered Helen. "I think thoso old-fashioned things arc enchanting . . ;. aud original these days! Come along, Mabel .. . tlicy'ro waiting for us. It was a, very depressed Helen who changed her choe3 in tho dressing-room after tho dance. Her costume i was rumpled and torn, and a large stain was visible on the front. | "I can't "O to tho 'Excelsior' in this i to-morrow night" sho confided to Mabel. "I'll havo to tell Guy I've got a headache or somothing." "Poor old girl," sympathised her friend. "I've only this ono fancy dress und I haven't a son in the wide. Oh, I say, I- was introduced to that lovely creature . . • she's a Mrs. Beauchajnp. She's asked ma to have tea at her flat to-morrow . . . hero sho is . . .11l introduce you too." The following aftornoon Helen and Mabel were having tea with Mrs. Beauchamp. It was a charming room, and though the weather was warm, a small wood fire burned clearly in the grate. Mrs. Beauchamp's apuearanco by daylight had given both girls something of R,"sbnck. Her frock was pretty, her • complexion beautiful, but the lovely wig of tho previous night had given place to her own hair, which was lank, du.l and straight. Though she seemed young there was already more, than ono grey streak in her locks. She looked 'almost plain. , "I'm so glad you liked my frock, slio smiled, in' answer to a remark of Mabel's . . • "But it always depresses mo 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 re real cream! Eordvo my being frightfully rude, but could you tell mo where you get your hair waved? Or is it natural? Bocausß I was admiring it all the time at tho dance." Helen laughed. "Can't affoTd to patronise hairdressers," she answered, "and it isn't natural. No, I just use silmcrine." She finished 'as i'f that exolained everything. Mrs. Beanclinnvj) knitted her brows. "Siimerine?"- she inouired. "I'm afraid I'm very ignonnt. What is it? Whero do you got it? What do you do with it?" "One at a time," Inughod Helen. "It is a rath?r nice smelling, colourless Lqnid. You can get it from any chemist's. Tou just dump your hair nith it, put in

A FANCY, DRESS FRIENDSHIP.

slides where you want.tho wavo . . i and, voila, ze curls ..." "But that's too uvouderful," exclaimed Mrs. Beauchamp. "Do you havo to uso it every day ?" "Oh, no . . • tho effects last for somo dnys. And tho queer thing is, that the more voii uso siimerine .tho less often you require it. It seems to coax the hair into natural waves that stay m of their own accord."

"If my hair weren't so odiously thin and streaky," said Mrs. Beauclnmp, 'I would rush out this minute and buy ft bottle before I have another sandwich. B(ut 3V grey locks Would took- too ridiculous in waves. .Shall I buy a bottle of poroxido or Condys fluid and turn my few remaining hairs a bright gold, or red?"

''Mrs. Beauchamp," put in Helen, "I'm going to reveal a horrid secret. A little while ago I found some grey hairs on my own head. Mabels.fur; sho won't go grey so soon. So I {(Ota packet of tammalite and dissolved, it in bay rum, and put it on the faded parts tvith a clean little brush. It was wonderful the way that it gradually brought back the colour to ;ny hair."

"How lovolv," oxolaimed their hostess. "Yes, I really must try that. Tamhialite, you said, didn't you? By thi way, a lot of people I know are using boraninm as a hair tonic, but eo far I haven't tried it. Do either of you know if its any good?" "Any good? chorused the two girls . . . "Why, its tho only thing. ..." "I mix it with bay rum —" "You can use eau-de-cologne, I boliew-" ,-.„'■ "Ibj the most priceless stuff-; — "My hair's grown heaps thicker since I uWd it." ~, ' ~. _ "Good gracious, interposed Mrs. Beau, champ. ... "I suppose I shall havo to uks it too. I'll put it down with tho tammalitc. What do you shauipe* with?" she asked, "you've both got euch gloriou^.Jiair." This time Mabel answored ... On, the usual . . • Stalin x, you know." "Stallax?" I don't seem to know it. Is it somo special preparation ?" "I don't think so," replied Mabel. 'It Is quite ordinary stuff, I l.elieve.' You can buy it in \\h- tins from most chemists. But it makes tho most lovely shampoo; it lathers gorgeously in any water- 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 al< ways massage my scalp with olive oil before washing it." " "That's awfully nice to know, said Mrs. Beauchamp . . . "really, I'm most intensely grateful to you two girls. I've been envying your hair." "And we've been envying your com. ploxion," said Helen . . . "I do wish I had nice pink cheeks like yours, and I don't liko tho idea of rouge."

"Powdered colliandum," said Mts. Beauchamp. in a dramatic whisper . . . "just a trifle . • . harmless . . . indetcctable ... any chemists . . . used it for years. By the way, Helen, didn't voa sav something nbout wanting a fancy dross for the 'Excelsior" dance to-night? Yon wouldn't care to borrow my rig-out. I suppose? It's just your eize, and I know it would suit you." "Mrs. Beauchamp,'' said Helen, "you're ona of tho best."