The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1917-11-23
The Angel
By MARTHA MITCHELL
Copyright, 1917, by the Mcclure Newspa-
per SYndicate.)

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"But she can't wait forever for him
to propose, plan for their house and
ask to have the wedding day named"
said Mrs. Cogdal. II believe a word
or two put in wisely might suggest the
thing to him."
"Yes, know, Jennie" sighed her
daughter, the Angel, "but you promised
when Dan first began coming here that
you would not spoil Beauty's prospects
with him by limiting at our poverty"
Poverty, nothingl" snorted good-na-
tured, voluble Jennie "don't you know
Howard has said dozen times that he
and Bess might have had their com
Portable bungalow year before they
did If he had realized that five of you
were dressing on an income hardly suf-
ficient for three"
"Yes, dear, / know, and thanks to
your clever fingers, we four are still
fairly decent on that same income
hardly sufficient for three" She
patted her moiher's fat hands lying
idle in her lap as she spoke. "You
know Dan isn't ike Howard. Howard
had skimped along at home and, any,
way, he loved Bess better"
swell, doesn't Dan love Beauty, I'd
like to know"
The Angel turned to her. Jennie was
irritable for once in her easy-going,
pleasure-loving life. The Angel could
not understand it. Her mother had al
ways been so far from irritable and
had been so much of regular chum
that her girls fondly called her "Jen-
ME-" with no thought of irreverence
or disrespect. Mother simply didn't
fit her; she was "Jennie," with heavy
mop of faded goldfish hair above face
still childishly pretty and fair. But
her body didn't agree with her face,
for she was frankly fat and pudgy. Her
feet were always trial; they were
numbers too small to support the
weight of her body. "Jennie" was sell
dom in evidence when company was
about, but her presence was always
and as fondly by oil the sisters as If
she had been a seventh wonder. The
Angel regarded her severely. "Why
Jennie, you are actually peevish, and
judging by your tone, one would think
you doubted Dams affection fol-
Beauty"
swell, Beauty is getting restless, and
that young reporter on the Star, Ted
Hammer, keeps hanging around
Beauty must have new dancing frock
for the Millard's ball, and don't know
where 1t Is coming FROM" She sighed
heavily. Honestly, Angel, / some
times feel that it isn't worth while t.
try to catch wealthy husband. Just
a medium one ought to satisfy ever
Beauty. I doubt If she would be any
happier In fourteen-rOom house thar
she would be in fOur-roOm one. II
she loves Dan and not his money, foul
rooms would be sufficient, and If she
doesn't, why forty-four wouldn't make
her happy"
The Angel laughed outright. "Why
Jennie Cogdal, who ever heard of yor
philosophizing thusly-you who are 6
living, sunny philosophy all by your
self. Get up and don your most com
Portable bedroom slippers, and wei
sally forth for stroll around The
vegetable gardenl Mayhap the swee
spring breeze, the babbling brook ant
the singing of many birds will re
store you to your former care-fre'
state of mind, and"
Jennie seized her and shook hel
roughly. "If it weren't for your fool
ishness and fun, the Cogdal famil,
would be stale bunch of Beauties
she said.
"Well, Jen, If we couldn't all b.
beauties, we surely needed to be fool
ish." She smiled her impish, crooked
smile. "There is just one good thing
about being homely, and that Is tina
one needn't worry about losing ones
beauty; and If ones complexion hap
pens to be the color of delicious veal
tea, why, faded lavender crepe de chine
plus packet of diamond dye a Ii
golden brown, transforms weak-tes
complexion into rich cream" She pat
ted down the folds of miraculously
transformed dress which had been dis
carded as impossible" by an elder sis
ter The Angel was honestly, undeni
ably homely. Her hair was of no par
ticular color and did not curl her noss
nondescript like the rest of her face
her teeth even. but not white. In mos
stories all homely girls have beautiful
dreamy eyes, but the Angels eyes
matched her face; they were neither
gray nor blue, but In between the two
True, she had mellow contralto voice
but nobody ever thought of asking hel
to sing except after a picnic supper
around a campfire, when every one
else was too well content to do any
thing except listen. And, too, she hat
her inimitable crooked smile.
AS unlike her as 1t is possible for o
twin to be was the Beauty-tall, grace
full, with fair, wavy hair, deep, limo
cent blue eyes, full, red lips and Skin
of baby fairness. From early baby
hood she had been called beauty
and, In order to defend the homely
twin, their mother had always said
Eyes, Eunice is a beauty, but Lulr
is an angelw Thus they had beer
known, until now, at nineteen, nobody