Evening star., 1926-11-02
A Wife's Transformation
*~**~"**~*l2y MARY CUzBERzsON MILLER OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES"
Science AHOrd
INSTALLMENT III.
Helen Sees Herself as Others See
Her.

Helen Sees Herself as Others See
Right on the job, came that old
hag jealousy. AS magnet
attracts Steel so was Helens gaze
held by the perfection of the young
woman opposite her. Propinquity-
yes-propinquity was loves alter ego,
she reminded herself. And here was
something to be feared-Something
subtle, of a sort strange to her.
consciously she tucked her
carelessly shod feet under the shell
ter of her chair and a hand jammed
down a bright red silk hat. She felt
suffocated--overwhel by a Sc
quence of disturbing thoughts. Para
mount was the paralyzing certainty
thatcher husband was ashamed of
her.
Her mind geared into her own dis
advantages. 1t gave her Jar that
sent a cold wave of fear through her.
An avalanche of doubts aSsailed her.
For a moment, in her eyes, there was
an expression of hopeless and tragic
defeat. Loneliness came down on
her like a pail.
One thing, she decided, she wouldn't
resort to sarcasm. That in Bob's eyes
would be the last straw. Then, quite
suddenly, her eyes changed to a
crystal brightness. 1t was the igni!-
ton of sub conscious thought famed
magnificent about Helen's nature
when aroused, hut the trouble was 1t
took something in the nature of a
bomb to arouse her.
A breath-taking sense of grand ad-
venture OoZed out of her nOt-OVer-
clean tingertips. She'd fight this
issue with this Womans own Weap-
ons, and thereby save her romance
from the matrimonial rocks. No in
tention, had Helen, of feeling a fresh
and vital husband to the fire this
office-siren had lighted. She was
impatient for her husband to finish
with her-she wanted to be off.
Sisters under the skin are the
colonel's lady and Judy O'Grady;
their one great bond 10 love for their
man. Both desire to keep those wan
dering affections that the proverbial-
youths Springtime.
Flying wasn't fast enough to keep
up with Helens desire to talk with
this creator Of feminine beauty she
had read of. who longed for human
faces to manipulate into lovely
human art.
Her eyes grew round with amaze
ment as she looked about the salon.
Gorgeous hangings. walls Of dull
silver paneling and doors OF the
fashionable shade called Russian
green made a beautiful setting for
the dainty Louis XVI furniture with
it's upholstery in happy tones of yell
low, rose and blue. All amid rose
ate lights and an atmosphere fra
grant with flowers. 1t was veri-
table festhaven.
Into Helen's confusion came the
nicely modulated voice of Miss Whyte,
the beauty genius Queer SOUL she
thought. looking at the incongruous
and untidy person. Then she became
absorbed In the wOman's vital yearn-
irgs Hers was cornered desperation.
She begged Miss Whyte to take her
in hand unreservedly. Miss Whyte
was making a mental note of the
f1abby skin, relaxed muscles, excess
avoirdupois, when Helen asked shyly:
us it possible for me to be attractive
again, Miss Whyte" Oh-so much
depends upon it,
Wandering husband. the beauty
genius felt sure of that. but she eX
planned soberly. Beauty must be
worked tor like everything else, Mrs.
Crane. Modern women have now the
inestimable help of science, but