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Show IIOW MARRIED LXFEl Ikj, the noted author I A TOUCH OF ROUGE. Boobbie's face was Inscrutable as he nd Helen walked into my room, whilo overy bit of Joy seemed blotted out of I-Ieler? eyes. Her lovely mouth of which tho greatest beauty was Its 1 lurned-up corners, was drooping and forlorn. I remember thinking to myself that I must tell Helen to use rouge. She shouldn't look so wan and "washed out." And then I smiled as I remembered remem-bered what my cousin Charlie had said to me in the afternoon. "Katherine," he remarked innocently, innocent-ly, "you can not be very ill or unhappy 1 for your color is beautiful and you I haven't lost a bit of It." ) I didn't toll him immediately that it was a judicious and artistic use of rouge that he was flattering, but I was Just on the point of doing so when he added: "I can't understand why -women will use rouge Do you know, Kalh 1 erlne, I don't believe I, ever could care for a woman who painted her face. Nothing disgusts me so much as these misguided females who tako out a vanity case in a public place and proceed pro-ceed to repair to their drug store beauty." Does Not Agree With Him. I agreed with him about making any part of a woman's toilet in public, pub-lic, but I certainly did not agree with him about using rouge or powder. Powder, Pow-der, either pink or white, for the complexion com-plexion has, of course, been overdone by Ignorant young girls, but it rather amuses me to know that many a man ' Inveighs against the practice to ai woman who has spent the best part of the hour before he saw her in artistically artisti-cally making up. I have often heard John say: "What a woman does not know does not hurt her." We women have realized this j fact, in regard to men, since we werej able to recognize any kind of a fact and it sometimes gives us great amusement amuse-ment to see tho look of absoluto consternation con-sternation and chagrin that passes over a man's face when he finds out that we women aro practicing tho same tactics with men, in concealing our beauty secrets from them, that they employ with us. "You don't know, Katherine," said Bobby, "how much I scolded Helen for leaving you down here alone. In fact, it is I who brought her back and I shall insist upon her staying with you, if you want her, after I go homo." "Oh, you needn't worry about me," I answered, "my mother Ib hero and my cousin." Just then Charles entered enter-ed and, turning to Helen and Bobby, I said: "This is my cousin Charles." whom you heard me speak so often, and my dear friend Helen, his wife." Gains a New Light. I wonder if my intuition was correct cor-rect It seemed to me that Charles accepted Helen with much moro grac-lousness grac-lousness than he would havo done before be-fore I married. It had come home to him lately that thero might be a possibility pos-sibility of a great love that would swamp everything else, oven in tne most conventional life. I havo known i since my talk with Charles that 1 . must not see him' too often, because his pity for my unhapplnes3 has augmented aug-mented his interest and affection to such a point that he can not holp telling tell-ing me of it. "And so your mother is ill?" said Helen. "Oh, I am so sorry." "Sho has never been well," I An swered, "sinco my father died. You know, my dear, she is one of tao worn en held over from that era of which i Byron talked about when he added: " 'Love is of man's life a thing apart; 'tis woman's wholo existence.' "I think my mother, Helen, began lo lose her hold on life the night mj father died. She told me that she stood by hl3 bedside and- sho bad ai distinct feeling as she saw him passing pass-ing taht her life, too, was beginning to 1 ebb." "That is very true," said Charles "You know Katherlne's mother has been a mother to mc all my life, and I latoly it ha3 beon possible for me to 1 bo with her most of the time. Ever, day sho grows frajlor; overy day u seems to mo her thoughts leap over to that other land whlcn is beyond our ken but which seems perfectly visible vis-ible to her." So Glad She's Come. "Oh, I am so glad she has como lo see you," said Holon to me. "Bobbie and I will not tako you from her a moment. mo-ment. Doesn't she want you now?" "No. Charles and I have Just given her her sleeping draughts to quiet her after an exceedingly painful heart1 seizure, and I am sure sho is sleeping comfortably. Helen said nothing more, but in a few minutes she came back, while the two men wore talking, and stood behind be-hind my chair and whispered, "Kath-orine, "Kath-orine, you don't know how I want my mother. How I envy you having your mother with you." Tomorrow Paternal Love. oo |