Evening star., 1926-04-14

''rubberiZed silk" caps. Then, too.
VI. Louis had promised her the cut of
middle-age page" He had, of course,
more to do-thingS that would keep
her from looking like "Strumptel
Peder," in the story book.
She turned to him appealingly:
You aren't going to leave me like
this, are you, monsieur
Monsieur Louis, who was regarding
her speculatively, shears III hand,
hastened to console her.
But no. madame! l only observe
the style of madame a moment to be
sure that what l go to do Is best"
After another second he pronounced
In a firm tone:
-C'est ca, Ca-y-est!"
And with this he laid down his
shears and swiftly combed her hair
from a point on the crown of her
head all over her forehead, cheeks ana
neck. When she tried to peer at her
self in the glass she felt as d maltese
terrier must when trying to peer
through the cataract of hair that ma
ture has poured over its eyes.
Madame will be SO good as not to
budge," he admonished. 1T is very
delicate what l now go to do
Then the cold steel of the shears
slid gently but firmly against her fore
of severed hair. The tickling curtain
was gone from before her eyes. But
when she looked up to find out what
the very delicate" thing was that
NJ Louis had done, behold! fine
,lamask towel had been flung over the
mirror.
with the permission of madame, )"
explained he, answering the surprised
illustration of her eyes. Il prefer that
Cl2lI work MI II
is complete"
Again the shears ground, and yet
again. Now she felt them against the
back of her neck. Then he brushed
vigorously. Then Combed again. Then
used his fingers instead of the comb
and shipped lightly here and there.
Finally he stepped in front OF her,
gazed once more in absorbed contem-
plation-fluffed out the hair at the
back of her head as an adroit maid
fuffs out a tulle frock, and, whipping
the damask towel from the glass, eX-
claimed:
Bon! Madame may now regard
herself"
What Celia saw in the unveiled
glass was the image of d quaint-look-
ing boy somewhat like a Florentine
page, somewhat like a Chinese faun
in a Mcyen Age wig.
The very delicate thing that NJ.
Louis had done was to cut short.
in clear line that followed exactly
fhe sweep OF her eyebrows the mass
of hair that he had combed forward
over her eyes. 1t was, in everyday
language, hanged. but a bang of such
artistic perfection as is rarely seen
except In medieval paintings.
On either side of her pointed face
the locks fell smooth and straight to
well below her ears. and with the
aid OF a small handglass she saw in
profile another sweeping line that
Just touched the slope from throat
into shoulders. then at the back ran
straight across.
.'It was better / did not give to
madame too short hairs" explained
NJ. Louis, madame has too much
height for too short hairs. Is madame
Satisfy?"
"Oh, quite satisfied, monsieur! Thank
you for taking so much pains. :.
She glanced here at her wrist watch,
and sprang up with q cry, her sew
cred braids falling TO the floor.
Il must go at once!' she exclaimed,
hurrying to put on her coat. please
how much do l owe you,
M. Louise"
He had gathered up the braids and
replied that if madame would have
the goodness to pay at the Caisse
murmuring the amount with
all the true artists reluctance.
Then, as she caught up her gloves
and bag, he asked whether she would
prefer to take her belle chevelure'
with her or give him her address
that he might send it.
II will take it. thanks" said Celia
who would have liked to be done with
il once for all, yet felt reluctance
10 leave so much of her person with
strangers.
a He turned away to make a parce
( ot the long braids. when another cry
from her. this time of Mortified dis
tress, brought him round with jump
Mon Dieu GU est-ce-donc
nladame?'
She haa snatched up her hat in hel
hurry 10 Ike gone, and he now saw