St. Tammany farmer., 1910-10-08
An&ie's' Ambition
Bv GERALD PRIME


They were talking it over-Angie
and her pretty mother.
1T certainly must have been graft
fying-in a way" said Mrs. Calhoun,
in her leisurely southern monotone
Her daughter was buttering a piece
of toast, an occupation which seemed
to demand her utmost concentration.
Mrs. Calhoun slipped her tea in silence.
and with a look of polite expectancy.
She always drank tea at breakfast, a
habit which gave her an added dis
tinction in Alaabma, where such q
preference is unusual.
They were not in Alabama now.
Mrs. Calhoun regretted the fact, and
that they were perched-most 1nse-
curely it seemed to heron the elev-
enth floor of New York apartment
hotel. She had been trying for at
least ten minutes to find out whether
or not her daughter shared her regret,
a bit of information which the young
er woman seemed inclined to withhold
for the present.
well, do you really feel-pleased
over your-I mean our venture?'
continued Mrs. Calhoun, with gentle
insistence, putting down her cup and
saucer and letting her hands fall list
lessiy into her lap.
This was = direct question, and as
such derl ..ded an answer-even
! though it o-me from her mother, who,
Angie knew perfectly well, would
have been neither hurt nor resentful
had her daughter elected to remain
silent
NO." she said, with a little laugh
| which did not ring right-a fact which
did not escape the attention Of her
mother and added greatly to her dis
quietude-"it wasn't at all gratifying,
and I'm not bit pleased with it.
| just hate 1.-THE whole business, from
beginning to end"
"Oh, Angie"
Il knew it," the girl interrupted
recklessly. Il was determined to dc
it and nothing could have prevented
me when the chance came. / wouldn't
have accepted kingdom In exchange
for my opportunity to come to New
| York and be an actress. An actress
indeed"
You certainly have talent, Angie, a
heap of it," her mother affirmed 10y
ally.
mot a little bit." declared he1
daughter positively. TIN Angela Cal
houn first, last and all the time, and
never lose my hateful identity for q
single minute. 1t makes no difference
whether the part Is Queen Elizabeth
or Little Eva-Im Angela Calhoun all
/ the time"
I'm mighty glad you are" said hel
! mother, with . sudden assumption oi
spirit that almost transformed her
I hope nothing will ever happen te
! change you into anybody else. That
| is-unless-"
Just so-uniess," Angie came te
the rescue.
How they did applaud you last
! night said Mrs. Calhoun, returning
! tactfully to the matter in hand. al
those people must have enjoyed it, Il
you didn't. / though they never woult
get enough of that last song. I dom
see how you can feel that it wasn't 8
success. Everybody in the house was
delighted. Mr.. Goldsmith was charm
ed. He came into the box to congratu
late me, you know"
What did he say?"
He was too excited to say much o.
anything. Our little girls a big win
ner' was one thing. Really, Angie
when saw how those people liked il
and were carrying on, I couldn't hell
feeling-well, proud of you"
"You dear! l wish for your sake
that I might do something really
worth while" said Angie, in voice
that was passing beyond her control
Never mind, DEAR" becoming a
once the tender maternal consoler
you have but to say the word ane
we will go south at once. We can gt
back to Talladega in blaze of glory
Your success last night has made tha
possible. Shall l begin to pack up
Angie?"
That was all that was required II
bring about instant reaction. The gir
abandoned her sensational lapse will
dexterity that would have served he,
admirably on the stage.
Don't let us be sentimental, MON
sey," she said. I'VE really can't af
ford it. No, we won't go back to Tai
ladega. There isn't soul in the tow,
that I ever want to set eyes OF
again"
Mrs Calhoun sighed family. Is,
used to think that you and Geoff Mar
tin,' she began, but Angie would no
! permit her