The Birmingham age-herald., 1924-03-08

by persistent cOaXlnG, sne Ifnaiiy SOt Sallie Lou to talk.
 But remember that's only my pro- fessional opinion" said. the girl at parting. Personally I like you better as you are because-oh, just because you are you" she laughed lovingly. Her campaign laid out, Jessie Porter got quickly into action. With deep- drawn sigh, for it was as good as new, silk because nobody wore foulard, or V necks, or short-waisted effects. With a deep-drawn sigh, for she had always thought it so ''genteel looking" she disposed of the black satin toque with its feather duster fancy, because Sally Lou had said a hat with a brim would make her look ten years younger. Tearfully she locked the ame- thyst brooch and her watch with its old-fashioned long chain in her safe deposit box.
 She bought the required broad-brimm- ed hat with flower garden on it." She bought satin crepe best gown square neck. waist at the hips and general long-line-ness that made her ] feel like q sheathe paper knife. She crammed her feet --incased in chiffon stockings. rolled at the knee-into high heeled pointed-toed low shoes, three sizes smaller than the casy-going ties she was accustomed to. Purchased q wrist watch, transformation with marcelied wave, and n large, shiny leather vanity box fully. equipped with powder, rouge, lipstick, etc. ~ And Jessie Porter made use of ev- erything it contained--even the etc. | But that was not until after she had started in having facial mas sage twice a week, scalp treatment three times, and kept her hands under the manicure's scalpel until the most perfect shiny pink, almondshaped nail topped each polished finger.
 1t took lot of time. What, with the appointments for her different treatments and constant fussing over herself at home, she had none left for the sewing she used to do; for the children's sweaters she delighted in knitting for her pet charity or phanage; no time for putting up pre- serves and pickles, for making the pas try, cakes and cookies she had always taken pride in. And she had never felt so tired in her life not cren in the early days of her housekeeping when they could not afford servant. but II SHt ultlIllulely HCLleNeu ncr purpose :; if in the words of Pamela Allen she succeeded in making Tom sit up and take notice," she would not mind all the effort she had made. So strenuously, unremittingly, she per sisted.
 Then suddenly everything came to stop with a thud.
 Tom was taken ill-seriously, dangerously, ill,
 For days, weeks, low fever held him in its clutch.
 Of course he had a trained nurse. A day nurse and night nurse until the crisis was passed. But Jessie Porter trusted to no hireling however highly trained and recommended. As much as it was physically possible, she was always in the sick-room herself.
 And when, long, tedious convales- cence began Tim did not want her out of his sight.
 There was no more facial mas sages, scalp treatment. manicuring. Her vanity box stood unheeded. She did not even put on the marcelled transformation.
 It was not merely that she had no time for such things. They simply did not enter her mind. She had com pletely forgotten that she was beginning to show her age that she had wrinkles that her hair was thinning-a fountain of living water bubbling joyously up in