Evening star., 1895-06-01
CHAMPAGNE HAIR WASH.
UnObjectiOnable on the Score of
Health, but Rather Too Expensive.

changing toward the golden-not all of it
at once, apparently, but a tress hera and
there showing tinge of yellow. Envious
Miss Bobbins-formerly on the closest
terms with Miss Popkins, but now a bitter
enemy and rival-decLared that It was
peroxide of hydrogen. This was absurd
and easily refuted, for that is not the way
in which hair bleach acts. Furthermore,
Wilhelmina herself declared with ii.;ligna-
ton that it was a story, AMI that she mad
never in her life bought an ounce OF any
chemical or other cosmetic for tire hair;
nor, under any circumstances, would she
think of using such apo:ninatior.
Evidently it was A freak. Ordinarily the
hair becomes darker with age, but with
Wilhelmina the case was jas. the reverse;
| from being a halfway brunette she was
turning into golden blon1e Before Icing
all of her hair had assumed a tint about
hve shades lighter. It was nov light
brown. with gildad CLEAN in certain
lights. Even her father, who almost never
takes notice of anything, remarked the
alteration. The old gentleman, as every
body knows, wears Il monocle. The other
day he fixed the glass in hi- right eye and
gazed upon his daughter across the dinner
table
"wilhelmina." he said. what is the mat
ter with you?"
1.-The matter with me, papa?" she replied
you mean."
You didn't get into the family wash
this week by accident. lid you?"
mo, papa"
81 thought perhaps you might. You
seem to have come out several shades
lighter"
Wilhelmina pouted, and nothing further
was said on the subject. The cohversa-
ton dropped. In the Popkins household
conversation has a way of dropping, no
matter what may be the subject under dis
cusson. 1t drops and nobody says any
thing for quite awhile. In comparatively
few families do the members have much to
say to each other; they have talked each
other out long ago..
On this occasion the silence was inter-
rupted by Mr.. Popkins, who said:
John, L think 1 will have a bottle of
that champagne. You know-the Veuve
Clicquot. 1 bought two cases Of it last
year. and. though 1t was recommended to
me as particularly excellent l have not
tried it yet. 1 think I may as we'll SAM
pie it,
John, the butler bowed and withdrew.
More than ten minutes elapsed before ne
returned, and then he said simply:
There amt no champagne, SIR"
But l tell you that you are mistaken
replied Mr.. Popkirs. Il bought two cases,
and l remember that they were delivered.
Two baskets, you understand, each of a
dozen quarts"
'The baskets are still there, sir. but they
are empty"
"Emptyv'
"Yes, sir"
How could such thing happen?" roar
ed Mr.. Popkins.
Il don't know, SIR
'Who has the keys to the wine cellar?'
Myself, sir, and Miss Popkins has an
other"
The master of the house coughed orni-
rously and made no further remark at
the moment. He slipped his coffee gloom
lily. and. when the butler had left the
room, said;
Il shall discharge that man at once"
NV ctral hal l111t
Because he has stolen that Wine"
Miss Popkins flushed and looked anxious.
Said she:
u don't believe it, papa John does not
drink drop of anything, you know"
"Butlers never drink responded her
father grimiy. THAT is to say, they do
not drink when anybody is looking
But 1 am sure that he did not take the
wine papa"'
We'll my dear. I am satisfied that he
did take it. Nobody else has key to the
wine bin, except yourself
Wilhelmina flushed again.
You may tell John that ] would like to
see him in the library after dinner" con-
tinued Mr.. Popkins, rising from the table.
His indignation was clearly expressed in
his heavy footballs, as he was heard mount
ing the stairs to his "den," as he called
it, on the second floor.
He had not been there five minutes when
his perusal of The Evening Star was in
terrupted by a knock at the door, and in
walked, not John, the butler, whom he eX-
pected, but his daughter. She came up
behind his chair and put her arms around
his neck, a long curl with a CLINT of gold
in it falling over his waistcoat.
Dear papan she said.
"Well, pet?' he replied. knowing that
this form of address by his daughter al
ways meant that a request was coming.
You will not discharge John?'
"Of course l will. There can be no doubt
that he took the wine. 1 saw it delivered
myself, and 1 suppose he thought that l
had forgotten all about having bought
it."
.sWen, then, papa, because 1 cannot
have to tell you all about it. 1 know that
John did not take the wine"
How can you know? He alone had the
mo. dear papa. Somebody else had
key, you know"
Who, prayT'
"Your little hopsekeeper, of course
Yourself! why. certainly. But you are
not going to tell me that you stole the
wine?'
"such is the fact. papa"
You are joking!'
Not at ALL 1 took it-indeed I did,"
"But.but you astonish me. You do not
drink champagne"
mo, papa" replied wilhelmina with a
for another purpose"
Goodness me!' exclaimed the old gen.
tleman. DO you mean to tell me that
you have been filling up that beau of yours,
young Toodles, with my Veuve Clicquot?'
mo, papa; that is not it. But Mr.. Too
dies admires the blonde type of beauty
boohoo!-very much; and have been US
ing the wine on my hair to make it-boo-
hoo!-lighter."
"oh!, said Mr.; Popkins, with gasp of
astonishment so that is why you have
been turning yellow recently"
Not my complexion, 1 hope, papa. But
boohoo!-you will forgive me, won't your
Il guess there's nothing else for me to
do" responded the old gentleman. THE
champagne is gone, and you ought to be
spanked; but suppose you are too old for
that. But next time, If you must have wine
to wash your hair with, give me an oppor-
tunity to buy cheaper brand. Thirty
dollars a case is little high for a cos
to crafty the aesthetic eye of Mr.. Too
dies. No. under the circumstances, shall
not discharge John"
THANK you, papa!' said Wilhelmina