Evening times-Republican., 1920-10-22
Yours respectfully,
Henry Cassels.

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Yours respectfully,
Henry Cassels.
The druggist gave his permission
Tor Jack to receive an answer at his
store, so he gave that as his address
he sent the letter lin the care Of the
Future Age magazine.
There's one lipe started" he said
to himself, as he let it fall in the box.
CHAPTER XIV.
Another thing that Jack had In
mind was the necessity Of disguisins
himself. Being an entire stranger
to the art Of makeup, he required
instruction. Ralph, their private bell
boy at the Madagascar, had seemed
the likeliest person to apply to in
such case. Leaving the hotel that
morning, Jack had said to him care
lessly:
I'm invited to- masquerade.
Where's the best place to go for an
outfit? want something better than
the ordinary costumer."
why don't you try Harmon Ev-
ers? was the reply. "All the theatri-
cal people go to him. He's the great
est make-up artist IN New York;.
Where's his placer"
"Twenty-ninth street, Just east of
the Avenue"
Jack now bent his steps in that di-
rection. He discovered a neat little
shop on the street level with q sign
reading:
HARMON EvERs, WIGS AND
THEATRICAL MAKEUP.
In each Of the two paneled show
windows one marvellous wig was dis
played on it's stand, nothing else. The
interior was discreetly curtained
from view. Opening the door.
the pungent odor Of grease paints
greeted Jacks nostrils. Inside was
as neat as out. There was a show
case setting forth cosmetics, and a
counter beyond with another wig or
two on stands. Back OF the counter
We're tiers Of drawers neatly labeled.
The wall outside the counter was
filled by q collection OF small en-
cravings Of historical personages
with especial regard to their hirsute
appendages. Away back in the shop
We're several curtained alcoves for
trying on.
Behind the counter sat little,
dumpy old lady befrilled and be-
frizzed, who suggested an erstwhile
favoriate of the boards now retired.
Her large, faded eyes fell on Jack
with q startled look, which however
instantly disappeared in the polite
saleswoman, as she inquired what he
wished.
It appeared that Mr.. Evers was en-
gagged with a customer.
This customer presently issued
from one OF the alcoves, a dandy OF
the old school who was obviously
much beholden to the wig-maker's
art. Evers followed at his heels,
rubbing his hands, and proudly sur
yeying his work. Jack had the i'm
preston of stout, rubicund little
man OF middle-age, clean-shaven and
bald as an egg. True to the Gus
tom OF tradesmen generally, he neg
iected his trade In his own person.
He was talking volubly as he
came: "a very interesting question
sir, the relation Of brains to hair. II
is popularity supposed that a bald
head is the result of great mental
activity, but I have not found it SO
IN my practice. Among ordinary men
1t is about six Of one and halfa doz-
en- of the other. But I believe that
man cannot rise to real heights Of
greatness without a good head of
hair. Yes, know, there was Julius
Caesar. and admit it would be diff
cult to prove my case by historical
examples. because wigs have always
been procurable and fashionable
portrait painters naturally do not
call attention to them. But it is an
interesting speculation Good morn
ing, SIR
Jack asked to speak to Mr.. Evers
in private, and was shown into one
of the alcoves. It was like a thea
trical dressing-room, with mirror
surrounded by electric lights, and a
shelf beneath.
Jack did not offer to tell who he
was. and the little wig maker, who
seemed the soul of discretion, betray-
ed no curiosity on the subject. Jack
came to the point at once.
circumstances make 1t necessary
for me to do little private detective
work, and I'm obliged to learn how
to disguise myself, well enough ]
mean, so can go about the streets
without danger of recognition. Can
1t be done?'
Certainly" said Mr.. Evers. 1T is
done oftener than you suppose"
''What sort Of disguise do you
recommend?
Let me think" said Mr.. Evers,
putting a thoughtful finger to his
chin.
Jack was sitting facing the mirror,
while Evers stood behind him study
ing his reflection thru half closed
eyes. Meanwhile Jack took stock of
him. In repose the garrulous little
mans, face showed unexpected lines
Of resolution. He had a strong eve
That kind of eye may be found In
wig maker or bank president, but
whatever the trade of the possessor
may be, 1t is pretty safe guess that
he is master Of 1t. All the visible
part of Evers' skin, neck, face skull
was of curious angry pink shade
but not unhealthy He had but a
fringe of gray hair around the base
of his skull. and his eyebrows were
scanty. Certainly, in extolling the
superiority of hairy men he had been
disinterested.
1T is a good mask" he said