The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1915-05-21


her first morning paper This Mad
anne Rosa has some of the most
prominent society women in town as
her clients. If you can find out that
some one Of the big leaders in society
has enamel on her face-that Is real
news"
Barbara started out up the busy
thoroughfare, and, as she slipped
along through the crowd, quietly
dressed in her inconspicuous street
frock, no one stopped to notice her.
Perhaps that was why when she
passed Ned Stanton he did not see
her; she was swallowed up in that
crowd of fashionably dressed women.
Surely had Ned known that Barbara
was near he would have forgotten
the others for, to Ned, Barbara was
the ideal of feminine loveliness. Her
fed all that was sweet and lovely In
women. Every time he saw her as he
passed through the editorial rooms of
the paper, met ber by chance as she
passed in the hall, he felt the task of
hiding his love from her growing
more difficult.
Barbara saw Ned She even paused
a moment with a longing, not admit
ted even TO herself, that he would see
her, that he would pause and per
haps turn and walk with her as far
as Madame Rosas. But that was all
What can we do for madame?'
came the silvery tones of the young
French woman at the door of Madame
Rosa's, and Barbara had hesitated
for second She was listening keen.
ly to a conversation over partition.
"Will You have the usual treat
ment?" someone was asking in tones
OF great Difference A naughty voice
had answered: Put little more col
or in the enamel, please | am wear
ing green this evening and that re-
quires a great deal of color. And the
lights are so trying at Mrs. Wander
hayden's.'
Barbara recognized the name Of one
Of the most exclusive hostesses OF
the season--a hostess q the younger
smart set. just the set that the city
editor would be interested in.
"Do they just do enameling in those
booths7p Barbara asked.
Just faciai treatment, said the
manicurist In another minute Bar
bara had placed herself in the hands
OF a specialist in facial beauty. But
the girl did not notice her face In the
mirror before her. She paid strict at
tention to every move of the attend
ant. She was interested In the treat
ment. It would be good data for the
story. And she listened to the con.
versation across the partition She
heard the nanle Of the woman. She
was prominent, recent divorcee, just
the sort Of name that would make the
city editor rejoice
Meantime the beauty specialist
worked with enthusiasm. Just a
touch of purple under the eyes?" she
asked, and Barbara being all ears to
the conversation in the next room,
nodded her approval.
II am using this new peachblow for
the cheeks" said the attendant. 1t
costs a trifle more. but you don't OBJ
ject?"
Once out on the street Barbara was
hurrying with all impatience back to
the office where she might write the
story that she had gathered and turn
1t into the city editor
Suddenly she was stopped by a
hand laid on her arm 1t was Ned
Stanton.
"Barbara-Miss Mills!" he said and
there was reproof in every accent.
For heavens sake" and then
paused
Barbara SPOKE a word of greeting,
and then for the first time she was
conscious OF the fact that she was
being noticed; that now. in the semi
darkness on the busy thoroughfare,
she had been attracting the glances
of the men and women as they hur-
ried past.
al am going down to the Office"
Ned told her, "and may as we'll go
with you"
AS they walked and talked Barbara
for the time being forgot the excite
ment of her successful assignment
All she felt was the 10y of being with
Ned, When the office building an
peared in sight Ned grasped her arm
| in the semi-darkness.
"For heavens sake. Barbara. what
has happened? When did you change
like this, and why did you do it?
You were everything to me--just as
you were. loved you because you
were different from the rest from the
average city woman with her powder
and paint and her lip sticks. And now
Barbara. no one could be deceived,
There is enough powder to free Ire.
land and enough paint to paint a bat.
tleship, /, loved you as you were,
| Barbara. tell me what has happened I
Barbara gave a little cry Of sur
prise and put her two gloved hands
up to hide her face. Il didn't realize
It was my face" she said pitifully,
Il was so Interested All thought