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on my possibilities, on the new glamorous creature I could be. But I shook myself out of the dream. All these wonderful effects would only make my face even more of an absurdity. But Mrs. Marriott wouldn't listen. "Wait and see," she said. "When you have seen what we can do for you in three weeks and still you are not content, I promise to send you to someone who can complete the picture just as you wish to look." She turned to Eve. "You will be here, Miss Coyne? For Madame will need cool, outside advice." Eve whipped out her engagement book. "I'm writing it down now." I had to be content. And the next three weeks were exciting. I had all I could do to conceal my transformation from Dwight. But he didn't seem to be noticing anything about me. When I locked myself in my room to do my exercises or my complexion ritual, he did not come to the door. Not till that last day, the day of the final conference. I jumped when I heard him, scrambled off the bed, where I'd been lying with my feet up on the headboard for circulation, doing my ankle exercises. LIE looked handsome in his smart '' overcoat, his face fresh from shaving. He hesitated, looking at me queerly. After a moment he said, "I wondered how you were fixed for the day. I'm kind of tied up — " He broke off, looking at his feet. "I thought maybe the days might be kind of long, for you. If you'd be bored — or lonesome — " So it was as bad as that. His responsibility was weighing on him. "Oh, no," I said brightly. "I've got a date myself. With Eve — " His head jerked up. "With Eve?" "Why not?" He shook his head, dazedly. "No reason," he said. "Just that she — that I—" I laughed. "Make up your mind." He straightened. "Skip it. I just wanted to be sure you'd be all right." He plunked off down the hall, leaving me with a haunting sense of loneliness. But then I remembered the importance of this day and let the excitement of it seep into my mind, slowly blotting out all the doubts and fears Dwight's words had left in me. I didn't think again of his conversation until late in the afternoon. I thought, going through those hours at Eaton's — I will always remember this, the last day of the old me, the last day when there will be no barrier between Dwight and me, between our love! I had my last complete facial routine, then I was dressing in the new cinnamon costume for the final inspection. The effect was breath-taking to me. I looked smart, slick, even stunning— at first glance. And then, deep within me, a voice kept saying, "But your nose—" My nose! My eyes left the dress and went to the reflection of my face. "No," I said, out loud. "It won't do. Not with my nose." Mrs. Marriott frowned, troubled. "I wish Miss Coyne were here — " I didn't hear the rest. Eve wasn't here. I remembered then the strange way Dwight had acted when I'd said I had a date with Eve. He and Eve together! Little wonder she had forgotten her date with me. I had hesitated, seeing Mrs. Marriott's frown, JUNE. 1941 atCsO/t // FASHION says: f&4 Newsy! Smart! EFFECTIVE! They DO things for you! They're potent stuff — Pond's glamour-making rosy-beige powder shades! Give 'em half a chance and they'll re-style your looks and your love-life in one shake of your powder puff! It's the "rosy" that turns the trick. Livens your skin. Blends with a warm-toned complexion — peps up a sallowish one. Sends you from your dressing table nursing the sweet suspicion you've suddenly become a dazzler. And you have! Your lengthening string of beaux will make that clear! Go rosy-beige with Pond's! Pond's 3 lovely rosy-beiges frou-frou rosy-beige — IT SWEETENS vibrant rosy-beige — IT BRIGHTENS sun-struck rosy-beige IT GLOWS SEND FOR these 3 flatterers today! POND'S, Dept. 8RM-PF, Clinton, Conn. I want to try the rosy-beige shades everyone is talking about — the shades that such society favorites as Mrs. John Jacob Astor, Miss Geraldine Spreckels and Mrs. St. George Duke are wearing. Please send me free samples of Pond's 3 Rosy-Beige Powder Shades right away! Name Address. Offer good in U. S. only 61