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Show Transformation The Story of the Comeback of Woman Gone to Seed By Mary CulbertsoriMilley INSTALLMENT XXII Bob's Return. OIX weeks of interested plugging S over, amfoui Helen is far along the road of health and beauty. Her slouched body is straightened, slenderized slen-derized and properly poised. 1 ne face skin is fresh, clear, with a ittie color all its own, independent of rouge. The hair that was such a problem Is now her most attractive possession, or at least Its sunny "lints vie with her eloquent eyes. Then her hands, she is no longer conscious of them because Hey are quite nice hands now. And the new clothes we mustn't forgot to note for she wears them so well, and the attractive at-tractive plain and buckled, pumps and slippers, that emphasize pretty feet and good ankles. And, last of ai . the hats, chosen to give just a peek-or peek-or two at her expressive brown pools. Yet, it is no miracle. If you have followed our story you have seen for Yourselves how it all- came about how an old wife was turned into a new one. And now we'll get on with our story. Bob Crane Returns From Texas. Helen wakened to cautious movements move-ments in her husband's room that adjoined ad-joined hers by a bathroom one morning morn-ing about two-thirty. Bob had returned. re-turned. She sat up suddenly in bed, her eyes shining with a great eagerness. eager-ness. ' A new day was waiting to be lived a new day a new life with Bob. Helen knew that life and Bob w ere Identical' now. "Fool !" she murmured, her hands pressing hot cheeks. "How idiotic to get all upset like tills. I'll probably prob-ably make a mess of myself In the morning." She reminded herself that she'd look like a rag, too, if she didn't get some sleep. That last thought turned her over on her side, with a whispered "Good night" In the direction of the room beyond. The somber light of the morning saw Bob Crane going through the mo tions of dressing. His fastidious taste satisfied, ready for breakfast, be tapped on his wife's door, as was his custom. Helen in a. ravishing negligee was on the bench before her long triple mirror, apparently engaged with her Image as Bob's light tap fell on the door. She turned, a warm smile of welcome on her lips. To keep from, obviously slinking with the excitement excite-ment of the moment, her hands clasped iightly on her knee. "Hello!" died on the man's lips. He stoo-1 framed In the doorway, clean-cut, tit, alert, ready for anything any-thing but the tiling he was facing. His eyes changed and Ids pupils contracted. con-tracted. The warm beauty of his wife's room met his eye first. It had been done over in soft draperies and cretonnes to make a fitting back ground for the new woman. Then ids eyes crossed the room, and the transformation he saw there held him spellbound. is) by the Bell Syndicate. Inc.) |