The Washington times., 1935-07-18


She knew, of course, that the
Anastasia beauty preparations
were futile in real beauty aid.
She knew that the best cleansing
cream is simple, unscented. in
expensive theatrical cold cream
that comes in homely tin boxes.
She knew that the most effec-
tive astringent for the face and
neck is witch hazel and cold
water. Yet each day found her
trying new lotions, hopefully ex-
perimenting with new beauty
aids. Securely locked in her
bathroom, she covered her face
with a clay beauty pack of the
color and consistency of mud.
It was highly recommended by
Rudolph Valentino. She knew
the value of paid testimonials,
yet she hoped against hope that
this beauty clay might be the
panacea she was seeking.
She took Anastasia facials in
her private office and she had
her eyebrows plucked. her hair
waved and her fingernails
polished to a high luster. She
spent hours in the chair being
beautified, to the disgust of the
operator who was losing valu-
able tips outside.
, She read in a Christian
Science tract-she became inter-
, ested in science - that true
beauty came from within. She
began to develop sweetness. She
read poetry conscientiously in
her free moments.
She bought simple girlish
Jersey frocks-schoolgirl frocks
with Peter Pan collars. She
entered on a debate with Carl
and her sisters that lasted
months: should she or should
she not bob her hair? Some
times Irene would cry out in
evaporation, "for heavens sake,
bob it and stop jawing about
it,"
Agnes would flare up in re-
turn, then she would guiltily re-
member that she must over
come irritation and keep serene
If she would have real beauty.
Voraciously she returned to her
reading. to her lessons" in the
Scripture.
She chung to Carl desperately.
When they walked together she
fairly hung on his arm. She ar
ranged it so that his office was
ut her branch and managed to
meet him daily for lunch as well
as dinner. She called him up
half a dozen times a day, tracing
his movements from branch to
branch.
If her affections were irksome.
Carl gave no indication of it. In
truth, he was surprised and flat
tered at her passion for him. Be-
cause she was obsessed with
poetry, he began again to write
verse. These Agnes cherished
more tenderly than jewels. I'm
known to him, she mailed his
verse to the magazine and was
panied and surprised when they
were returned. Now her plan
was to publish them herself in
O. volume. OF course he would
dedicate the volume to her. To
be the wife of a poet! 1t really
was a very special privilege.
Agnes, privately, began to think
Of herself as someone quite
exalted.
CHAPTER XVI
Carl Masker could never
quite believe his good fortune.
He had been a bookkeeper for
Shmalhausen and KATE, whole
sale grocers, when he met
Agnes Riley at a meeting of
the Poetry Society. Carl, in
his leisure, wrote poetry after
the manner of LongfelloW and
James Whitcomb Riley. His
rhymes were simple and his
sentiments homely, but poetry
filled his esthetic needs and he
found infinite Solace in putting
forth his romantic yearning in
verse. He was honest and am
bilious. BY night he was an
accounting student in his last
year at New York University.
He supported his widowed
mother and little brother. He
was earnest, plodding and re-
1giouS.
He knew few people. George
Coleman, practically his only
friend. he had met at New
York University. They had in