The Washington times., 1937-07-28

why not name it LIE Chateau de
Ia Marquise? She's the chatelaine,
get me? The owner of the castle!
see peacock, Illuminated water
fetes like they had at the Petit
Trianon in the days of her an
cestress, the queen at Versailles!
Gosh, when I look at Antoinette,
there is a close resemblance be-
tween her and the poor, guiAo-
tined Marie! And she's lingering
her throat again. Look Nicky, l
do believe" cried the press agent,
giving himself over to his dream,
his eyes shining, that the spirit
of the dead queen is in her, re-
membering the sharp feel of the
aX!"
Good" nodded Niklas. And to
TOMS amazement, there was no
light of humor in his brilliant
black eyes. He added, practically;
Naturally it will depend on the
addition. You will phone Madame
Berthe to have the period cos
tunes at the club Immediately
It is not so good to singer
Immediately after ones luncheon,
but we are busy men. You under
stand? You will come with U.S."
Certainly"
He paid the check. They were
about to depart. TOMS heart
hammered. Not because of the
imminent addition that meant so
much to her, exciting as that was.
But because, on leaving the Oval
Room, they must pass the table
where Guy Halstead-Flagg sat
with Miss Brewster!
Would he recognize her?-she
wondered. Would there be any
likelihood of introduction, bust
ness being uppermost in Mr..
Niklas' mind?
Her hopes were dashed when
the press agent suggested they
slip out through the ballroom
directly behind them, for fear
the smart throng might notice
Toni before her transformation,
thus possibly spelling the scheme
OF the new identity.
Mr.. Niklas seemed to demur.
The press agent whispered to
him, but Toni overhead: "Lola's
out there in the lobby"
"Oh, very well, then" They
made their exist by the ballroom.
Toni thought: Whats the
mystery Of Lola?"
CHAPTER XIII
The addition was over. It had
been a success.
Madame Berthe's assistant had
brought a makeup box along.
"Now we turn a pretty girl into
a beauty" She had smiled at
Toni as she worked magic with
her face.
There were three exquisite
period costumes in the Du Barry
style. Three snowy wigs that
were the crowning touch in Civ
ing Toni an ethereal, startling
beauty.
The first gown was slipped
over her head. Billowy blue
satin skirts over peach taffetas,
streaming with silver lace. An
intentionally tight, but beauti-
full and becoming bodice, with
square, deep decolletage outlined
with rosebuds, in the best ira
dition of the court of Versailles.
The club was being decorated.
The workmen paused when Toni
appeared. The accompanist
struck ripping chords on the
piano. Toni went into an old
French chanson.
Then the second gown. The
second wig. Another song.
Then came the third, most
difficult test.
For this final costume was un-
wieldy. And even more so was
its accompanying headpiece!
| For set on the wig, in amusing
fashion, was a miniature farm.
yard, no less! A tiny duck pond
fashioned from a bit of mirror,
tiny toy ducks, COWS, a donkey.
sheep, little barn, and a dairy
maid.
Thus weighted, Niklas COM
manded her to sweep elegantly
from the balcony down on a
winding flight of stairs that led
to the main floor. There must
be no lettering, no stumbling
You are the chatelaine, receiv.
ing your guests"
Over and over, this last test
was made.
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