The Wilmington morning star., 1947-06-02
CHAPTER

IA En- Ell
Diane went in the afternoon to
a beauty parlor-not to the neigh
borhood one she had been patro-
izing since she married but, on
a sudden impulse, to Antoine's
more exclusive Salon DIES
F e m m e S." Antoine, himself,
greeted her effusively. Bernice,
who had always taken care of her,
who had come to the house or Oak
Avenue on the evening of the we'd
ding to arrange her hair under
the lace cap of her veil, left an
other patron and rushed up to
serve her. cit is quite all right
that you made no appointment,
Mrs. Arden" asserted Antoine
and Bernice in the same voice.
"I want everything" said
Diane.
Bernice's expert fingers on her
scalp and skin were soothing. Ber-
nice's voice, cooling over her.
Lovely! Lovely, I always think,
when l do your hair, Mrs. Arden.
It's as soft as a child's!"
Through the mirror Diane con-
| sidered her hair, in golden con-
fusion, now. "Call Antoine before
you set the wave" she said.
When Bernice summoned him,
Antoine came, bowling, smiling, to
the booth. "Antoine, I'm tired of
the way I've been wearing my
hair. Cant you think of something
different"
my lady would change her per
| sonality?" murmured Antoine,
shaking his head, pulling down his
lips. THAT would be most sad"
THAT is exactly what l want
to do"
"There is a new vogue-but it
suggests sophistication, Mrs. Ar
den, the superficial! And you are
not that type! You are a-natural,
may l say? You do not need TO
| employ Devices
DANES laugh at that had no
amusement in it, nor did it thank
| Antoine for the compliment he
was implying. TRY it," she di-
rected.
She watched, her eyes narrowed
and her brows drawn over them,
while Antoine deity worked with
her hair. Bernice watched.
Bernice said proudly: "You can
do anything with Mrs. Arden's
hair!!"
And so it seemed. For when An
tome finished it lay brushed
smoothly from the nape of her
neck and her temples to the top
of her head where it punched IN a
soft cluster of curls.
But Antoine, though an artist
in his soul and therefore instantly
aware that the new arrangement
emphasized the fine modelling OF
DANES head and throat, still
shook his head. at takes from
your youth"
81 want it to-" Diane answered
Quickly. .Tel! me, how do l keep
these curls in?"
He showed her. With her nat
urally wavy hair, all that was nee
cessary was a little dampness, a
twist of the finger. a pin mere, a
pin there. The hat? He lifted his
shoulders. The millinery designers
were anticipating this new hair
dress. The fall models were ln'
she would see.
Diane went bareheaded to a mil
linery shop nearby. Very chic!'
said the salesclerk Of on absurd
bit of head covering which Diane
decided on. "a gown of this same
color-it's the new Algerian blue
and it's very becoming to you'
Mrs. Arden"
Diane went to another shop and
found a dress of the new Alerg!an
blue and bought it. 1t would mean
some rebudgeting. but she gave
that only a fleeing thought. she
felt stimulated by the afternoon
stirred out of her numbness. An
tome said it! It's a new PERSONAL
itv l must Develop"
She put on the new dress Inc
deep blue of tropic skies but new
ertheless. armor.
Bill teiephoned to her to go on
to his mothers without him. mat
he'd lust about get there IN time
to sit down to dinner.
Mrs. Arden said: Diane. YOU
hair! 1t makes you look older:
Diane patted the curls smootn
81 should look older. shouldn't l!
! Married and about to become a
mother?"
Bills father came out of his
study, a book under his arm a
finger still between two OF the
pages. He put it down to take
Eiane's hand in a warm clasp.
miriam has told ne. I am very
! happy about it, my dear, proud
Mrs. Arden excused herself to
% 10 the kitchen to superlnteno
Rella's last minute ~preparatlons'
and Diane was left with Blls ia
Their.
eve hope, OF course, that it will
he another William Arden" he
c.;d smiling. another man of