Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-12-11

TIME little barber jiggled the
scissors in "A kind of prelude
over the back of Mrs. David
i BARS head and stood back 70
consider the result. Not that
he needed to do SO. He knew exactly
what each pass of his shears would
do But those appra:sing looks i'm
pressed his customers and brought up
the amount of his tips The more
seriously he took their hair, the more
seriously they were apt to tip him.
Marian Blair was entirely absorbed
She sat looking into the lavish mir.
ror before her. as if determined TO
cav out OF it the reflection she want
cd engrossed in the study of her own
face NarCiSsus must have looked so.
bending over his pool. But the barber
had no classic myths stored in his
mind and he did not think Of that
He only knew that the girls in the
shop told him Mrs. Blair was very
rich Her clothes proved they were
right Though he did not like her
clothes He had sauntered along Tia"
boulevards Of Paris and up Piccadllly
and Bond Street, this little Belgian
barber and he had a smartened taste.
She had overdone herself, he thought,
and she was not confident.
worked she would have passed as I'M
important For in those hotels he had
heard and seen things. Gossip Of
very notable people had drifted
through to him. He had trimmed the
boards OF dukes and once had shaved
a prince. He smiled. thinking of thai
gossip and it's excellent SAVIOR. and
sighed al its remoteness from this
gathering beauty parlor.
L want a very careful haircut to
DAY, Mr. Dufresne." said Mrs. Blair
II think I'll have ii much shorter.
I'm going TO the country for the week
end and simply won't have chance
to do anything to it. Do YOU think J
can stand it shoTter-You know, A.
most a boyish bob? Unless it's too
would be-"
She stared at her careful blond
beauty in the mirror. everything blot
ted out from her mind but the length
of her hair.
Il will cut it so as to surely please
you. Mrs. Blair" he said. in his stiff.
carefully foreign way. Shorter, you
say? Well, for the country, i should
think-yes."
1T seems to me everybody's wear
ing il shorter and shorter. OF course,
they say that long hairs coming back.
I don't know. / think every one has
type
She vascillated on, and he listened
with polite respect and inward weari-
ness. At her age she should know her
style, he thought She was 80, possibly
So Her hair was brittle from too
much past curling and its color was
not natural She had frightened it.
L. -lao4 In
with her hair. He would give her the
usual short haircut-with few extra
gestures. II was not her style, but
she wanted it, She was too sleek, too
gold and white.
81 don't want my hair to look like
every one else's, you know.
Absolutely not, madam. One must
suit the haircut to the shape of the
head, the contour of each face
She had heard all that before, but
she always liked to hear more of ii.
1t was what she came here for, paid
for lavishly, 10 hear that she was be-
ing made into an individual of special
beauty.
II don't know whether my husband
will like it. 1 don't think he likes
these very short haircuts."
The barber heard a great deal about
husbands and how they might. or
might not, like his haircuts. But he
was skeptical of all that. 1t was al
ways these women bordering on mid
die age who made such a fiutter OF
pretense over what their husbands
would say, and Mr.. Dufresne's knowl-
edge of life and of husbands left him
serenely convinced that they would
not be greatly concerned over an inch
or two loss of their wives hair.
Your husband will be delighted
when he sees this haircut"
She was excited. 1t was a great
event, this minute alteration in her