The daily Alaskan., 1916-05-05
ANGELA'S
 HERO He Turned Out to Be What
 She Wanted
By CLARISSA MACKIR

| that are very nice for young persons to live in until the time comes for the boys to choose careers and the girls to get married or-in these days of wo- mans independence-to choose ca reers too. There was one period when half dozen or more youngsters form ed set that was voted the most at tractIVe the town had ever contained.
 Two decades passed after the set had been all together at Sunderland when Angela Thornton visited her old friend Edna Wolcott, now Edna Blake. After the greetings the two friends sat to- gether over their work talking of old times. Some of those who had been happy together had gone to their long home. Others had been lost to their old associates. Presently Mrs. Blake Baid:
 Angela, wonder if you realize that you are the only one of our old set who has never married" She smiled af. fectIonately at Angela Thornton.
 "Yes," said Angela calmly, q do real lze 1t, Edna. suppose the rest of you, wives and mothers all, wonder why l am so contented-"
 "Tell me the secret, dear, and I'll not breathei 1t to another soul" coaxed Mrs. Blake
 Angela's charming face flushed, and she looked only half of her forty years. Her hair was so fair and golden, un- touched by time, and her skin so fresh and unlined and her sweetness so un- marred by long years of sorrow and loss of loved ones that her friends de clared she had discovered the secret of perennial youth. .. ........ ...
 "There was Alexander Finlay," be gan Edna Blake mischievously, "the first of long line of sultors. Why, Angela, why did you refuse them allF
 Because" said Angela quite simply, q was waiting for hero, a real hero, to arrive. Edna, l am a hero worship CT. All. my life have longed for some romantic adventure, thirsted for loV- CT who would bravely ride up to our gate and carry me off on a brave black horse. I know you are shocked" she ended with q whimsical smile. ...,...
 Mrs. Blake's dark face was aglow with amusement and some inward ex- citement
 "So you have been waiting for a hero, you romantic go0se!' she said at last Tn this twentieth century there are no bold lovers who carry their sweethearts off on brave black horses. They usually elOpe by motorcar. And Alexander Finlay. Is still unmarried, and they say be has six motorcars." .
 Not if be had sixteen motorcars| declared Angela; then, with an effort to turn the conversation to less per sonal topic she went on, How Is Nathan getting on with his inventionY
 wonderfully, If one may judge by his complete absorption in his work" !" returned Nathan's sister ruefully. Actually, Angela, he hasn't poked his nose outside of that workshop for three weeks except to take short walk around the fields. He sleeps there, and I have his meals sent out to him. He says he doesn't dare leave the shop moE1znt. I asked him why he built 1t in the center of the ten. acre field, and he saId'--Mrsy Blake giggled- "it was going to be fine season for turkeys" .aau..a .El .. -..
 The ,idear' gasped Angela, You don't suppose he Is raising turkeys and Is going to corner the turkey mar ketT' "'..-
 'Trs1 something with wings any way.s admitted Mrs Blake. "I heard him talking to Mir FellOwes about it"-
 What does Mir Blake think about t% ..,s
 "Oh, Jim? He declares Nathan is building an aeroplane; said he saw one lowering over the field one night last week. But l tell him it's all non sense. Nathan isn't the sort of man to. invent an aeroplane or anything half so romantic You know, Angela, what a Bloddihg. practical sort of boy my brother was Well, he! has grown up to be the most matter of fact man in, some respects. He might invent B new sort ofywashing machine or some household necessity, but an aeroplane- neverp' ...,..-..., r....-.a, % ..rf. ,rs
 That evening. Mrs. Blake repeated the conversation to her highly edlfied husband, and that gentleman, strolling out to the ten 1acre' field to enjoy an after dinner smoke with his brother in-law, retold the story to Nathan. --
 Nathan listened, his dark head bent attentlvely. When he lifted it at last his expression was noncommittaL The afternoon sun shining on the lenses of his tspectacles concealed his gray eyes from Jim's Quizzical glance. --., ~--s Jim Blake was rather disappointed at Nathan's silence. He had always suspected Nathan of having tender ness for Angela Thornton, and, now that Angela had arrived from her New England home to make an extended vIsIf with. the Blakes. Jim had craft fly planned to do a little ,matchmalki1ilnlgg on his own account, And here was Angela, most unreasonable of women, 5arnand,pota romaIitfc escapade, with