Evening star., 1928-12-22

"Well, we won't decide definitely
about it now. Well have to see first
how you look in wig"
They went into the store and were
shown into a private booth, while a
Salesgirl brought in various samples Of
wigs. Yvonne's thick curls had to be
plastered to her head with some spe-
cial preparation. Then came the trying
on of various styles. Yvonne wanted a
parted on the side, curling over the ears
and marceled to point at the back
It fitted her perfectly
Bring me makeup" she commanded
the girl. Blond makeup"
The girl returned with various jars
and boxes. For half an hour Yvonne
worked skillfully with the pigments
and pastes. Then she placed the wig
carefully over her head. The result was
astonishing.
Yvonne had vanished In her place
was sophisticated, rather hard-looking
young woman who quite plainly knew
her way about. Mrs. ogden laughed de-
lightfuliy.
You'll have to be a widow, my dear.
Not even our flappiest flappers look as
wise as you do. It is really funny when
1 think how innocent you really are"
Yvonne rose. Then there really isn't
any danger of my being recognized?"
she asked.
mot particle. Come along, let's get
some clothes. 1 know just the place
for you to shop I'm going to have
more fun than I've ever had in my life
introducing you these next few weeks.
The women will be quite sure you are
dyed and made up to look 10 years
younger than you really are. And will
know that you are made up to look
about 10 years older than you really
are"
They went out to shop. BY lunch
time Yvonne had bought four frocks,
very Frenchy, very sophisticated look
ing. Hats were harder to find, because
of the large head size she required in
spite of her bob" But they were final
ly acquired, too. and by tea time Yvonne
was quite ready to play the part of
Mrs. Robertson Polish, my dear;
married a newspaper man over there
years ago. Widowed two years ago, and
here now to look after the property
her husband left her" Mrs. Ogden
practiced it until she could rattle it
off glibly.
To Yvonne it was all a game, like
playing dolls, to fill in the time when
she was not dancing. She went to the
theater without going home and found
her dressing room full of flowers. A
card with the flowers read, From an
unknown dancer. sit in the orchestra
each night. When you declare your
identity, shall declare mine. Tommy.
Il think 1 know who you are"
Yvonne found the note little alarm
ing She wondered whether she would
be tempted to glance down at the or
chestra seats that night to try to pick
out the face of her unknown admirer. "
She need not have worried. With her
entrance on the stage she surrendered
herself to the music, and to the poetry
of motion. Unknown admirers might
be out there by the score. For Yvonne,
dancing, they failed to exist.
only Richard would see," she told
herself later in her dressing room. Il
would dance for him only, If he were
there"
After her work was finished she
went directly to Mrs. Ogdens house.
Her friend was waiting up, excitement
written large on her face.
I'm giving a luncheon bridge to-
morrow" she exclaimed to Yvonne
You are the guest of honor"
But it's matinee day, and don't
play bridge" Yvonrle protested.
How stupid of me! Well, I'll ex-
plain you were called away at the last
moment on the most important busi-
ness, but that you will be in for tea
And I'll ask some men to come In for
tea. That will keep the women there
to meet you"
. Yvonne finished her number the fol-
lowing day at $3.50 and went to her
dressing room More flowers from the
unknown admirer' waited for her
She pinned an orchid to her coat col
lar as she left the room to drive to
Mrs. Ogden's house. In the wing sew
eral members of the company stared
after her. but none recognized her
The blond wig and the 1928 makeup
were complete disguise.
Nevertheless, Yvonne felt herself
tremble little as she went into Mrs
Ogden's hallway and laid aside her
wraps. Her hostess came rushing to
meet her, taking both her hands and
kissing her on either cheek.
Hurry" Mrs. Ogden commanded
"I've told them all kinds of romantic
stories about you. You'll be the sem
sation of the week" She looked at the
girl admiringly. Where do you
Frenchwomen learn to wear your
clothesl"
Yvonne was easily the smartest