The Washington times., 1935-02-14
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is a face-lifting department
charge.
"She has graduate nurses
and chiropodists and even dis
Greet string orchestra in her
salon "a regular perfumed
beauty factory where they do
remarkable things to women's
appearances. The idea, I be-
1ieve, is to make them more
lovely. Luther Burbank did
the same thing to flowers"
Terhune paused and beckoned
Q waiter to bring the check.
And the man with her?"
Juliet asked.
Her general manager
names O'Hara. Keen chap. But
Madame Hubert is a queer old
party-absolutely without per-
Sonal vanity, except for her dia-
monds. She likes to get around
q lot and see what's doing in
the cafes and theaters. Makes
O'Hara take her-but it's purely
professional. She's one of the
few people in town worth know
ing"
I'm sure of it," replied Jul
iet, as Pickering sparks of in
tereSt began to bob around in
her brain.
CHAPTER II
Juliet realized that in a min
ute or two more she would see
the last of this comradely mid
dle-aged man who had drifted
so informally into this her first
evening out here.
She had always heard the
West was friendlier and franker
than the East. It was true.
Denton Terhune-obviously a
man of characterized revealed
himself so naturally to her that
he seemed like an old friend
in less than an hour.
Yet Juliet herself had told
him scarcely more than her
name.
He had taken her at face
value as a worthwhile person
and had done a little philo-
sophical guessing about her fu-
ture. No attempt to date her
up. It wouldn't be difficult,
Juliet decided, to get along in
a town like this. But the local
amiability that Julia Sensed
certainly was not operating at
Madame Hubert's table.
O'Hara had ceased growing
and had barricaded himself be-
hind stony silence while the
bent little woman kept up a low
and mournful croaking.
It'll absolutely not have Mrs.
Gottlieb removed to the hos
pital!" she was insisting for the
hundredth time. Her voice was
corroded with the rust of a
French accent, a relic of her
legendary youth in Paris. IF
she dies on our hands-we
must risk that. You're a fool,
O'Hara. Suppose we go now to
her husband with confession
what then? We stir up alarm,
excitement. He prepares dam
age suit. It's inviting calamity.
Perhaps-immed iately-we are
arrested"
O'Hara grunted. "Oh, Mrs.
Gottlieb'll die, all right. Prob
ably kicking off tonight while
we sit here
Madame Hubert's brisk black
eyes fixed themselves upon a
short rotund man whose face
consisted principally of a virile
but wandering nose. His name
was Herman Gottlieb and he
was, at the moment, laboriouSly
foxtrotting his stenographer,
curving brunette with a painted
rosebud mouth.
Look at him!" raSped
Madame Hubert. Men! His
poor wife trying to make her.
self beautiful to hold a husband
like him!" Her eyes snapped
back to O'Hara as though she
blamed him for the whole thing.
''Why didn't someone find out
her heart was weak before Won
Guerdon gave her ether?"
Madame Hubert consumed a
spoonful of sherbet. ooh, well,
maybe she'll recover after all"
Madame Hubert
Don't kid yourself" sulked
S'Hara. She's going to die
and when she does it's good-by
to reputation and business.
Customers will dodge the insti-
tute like it was a pest house.
Malpractice! ManSlaughter! I
can see the headlines. For the
last time--I tell you I'm going
to spring the bad news on Gott
1ieb and make him take his wife
home before she dies. We can
threaten to expose him as a
philanderer unless he gives us
. break. But we've got to
hurry"
There was a trace of buster
In O'Hara'S words but Madame
Hubertss pointed chin stubborn
~ closed above her over-hanging