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

A Notable Disagreement the Subject of Personal Charm

made herself look less than her best
on this particular week end, when
CLYDE was to be there She wanted
him to sec what he had lost. and
David to realize again what he had
gained But. most of all, she wanted
to he beautiful She absentiy gave Mr..
Dufrcsne dollar tip and made an ap
pointment for two weeks later, They
were both satisfied.
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LIE bowed Miss Patricia Morton
i L into the chair an hour later. lie
had profound respect for Miss Morton,
who was a regular customer. 'nder
that steady ease Of hers she knew
exactly what she wanted.
shorter today. Mr.. Dufresne " she
, said quite bit shorter. Just leave
a little in front Of the ears, SO don't
look too exposed.
Exactly" he agreed The short
cut will be very good on YOU, Miss
Mon ton"
She glanced shrewdly at him and
her own reflection. OF course. it was
his business to flatter. but she hoped
that. for once he was right. She
wanted 10 look as we'll a s possible this
week end At 81. Pat Morton had no
tlOllOil VI ~ IA y LIS al Ohllh 1AASi OH
effect of youth. 1t was her theory
that it was unnecessary anyhow.
Youth couldn't beat brains. She her
self had rever found any trouble in
having all the fun she wanted-and
all the mon. Except Clyde, who had
slipped away from her 1t would he
fun to see him again and, this time,
to hold him, If she could.
Still shorter" asked the barber.
She put up her hand.
Leave that piece-make it shorter
here"
He bowed in exquisite comprehen-
sion and gave her exactly the cut he
had given Mrs. Blair. But it looked
very different, framing this thin.
Drowned face, with its amused look.
The barber found that look Of hers
disturbing. Not because il belonged
to Miss Morton. but because it revived
old thoughts, old memories, SO
cynically had Marie looked at him,
Marie. whom he had adored; Marie,
whose lovely boy, their boy. had died.
Marie had dragged him through tor
lures, and still the ache of the tor
lures could return, Unexpectedly and
unwelcoma. as they did at the sight Of
this girl whose eyes were like hers.
Gray-green eyes that YOU could not
trust. but that kept making YOU come
back and fooling YOU, because they
were wiser than you and had no
scruples.
That's exactly right" said Miss
Morton. Where did you learn TO cut
hair, Mr.. Dufresne?"
Il have learned in London" an
swered Dufresne, in Brussels, first,
hut most in London"
Where did you work in London?"
THE Langham Hotel, in Portland
Place, then the Hotel Carlton. You
have been there?"
She nodded. Yes. I'm fond of
London"
Fond of London. SO was he. 1t
came back to him again. that tiny, in
convenient fiat, the difficulty with
Goals, the thick soups, and Marie.
London streets. The barber shop at
the Carlton - distinguished people.
How had he come here anyway?
Marie might not have ceased to love
him, after all And he looked in the
gray-green eyes in the mirror in front
Of him, which seemed to know all
about derision.
There" said Miss Morton, now
I'm all set to go. l like it..
She gave him dollar, ana II
brought his tips for the day up to a
likely sum. The attendant came to
ask if he could take another appoint
ment.
Who is it?"
Some Miss Sawyer"
He sought his memory in vain for
the name and looked at his watch.
IF she is ready, there is just time,
he said.
X X
A GIRL came into his booth. toss
4 n ing her hat on the rack and slip
ping up into the chair. He pinned the
bib around her neck, and she opened