The Press., 1917-12-27
The Angel
 By MARTHA MITCHELL 5.
Copyright, 1917, by. the Mcclure Newspa-
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sBut she can't wait fOreversfor him~
 to propose, plan for their house and
 ask to have the wedding day named,"
 said Mrs. Cogdal. T 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 nothing!" snorted good-na-
 tured, voluble Jennie; "don't you know
 Howard has said dozen times that he
 and Bess might have had their com
 fortable bungalow a year before they did if he had realized that five of you
 were dressing on an income hardly suf-
 fcient for three." <,
 'sYes, dear, I know, and thanks to
 your clever fingers, we four are still
 fairly decent on that same, income hardly sufficient for three." She patted her mothers fat hands lying
 idle in her lap, as she spoke. You
 know Dan isn't like Howard. Howard
 had sklmped along at home and, any :,
 way, he loved Bess better" "''
 "wel, doesn't Dan love Beauty, I'd
 like to know?" -i i'.7.''' ES.
 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 a regular chutn | that her girls fondly called her "Jep-% nie," with no thought of irreverenee
 or disrespect "Mother" simply didn't fit her; she was "Jennle," withsa 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 a trial; they we're
 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 felt, and she was referred to as often
 and as fondly by all the sisters as If :, she had been seventh wonder. The3 Angel regarded her severely. 'FWhH 1 Jennie, you are actually peevish, and; ] judging by your tone, one would think you doubted Dams affection for .I Beauty" -n.' ''~* '~a''<. 4 +-'f
 "Well, Beauty is getting restless, and that young reporter on the Star, Ted j Hammer, keeps hanging around. Beauty must have new dancing frock for the Millard's ball. and don't know l where it is coming from" She, sighed I heavily. Honestly, Angel, I Somes l times feel that 1t isn't worth while tq try to catch wealthy husband. Just l a medium one ought to satisfy even :, Beauty. doubt if she would De any 1 happier in folrteen-room house tffan she would be in a fOur-rOOm> one. If f she loves Dan and not his money, four | rooms would be sufficient, and if she. doesn't, why forty-four wouldn't, make l her happy" s:.a.s,~r ,-,gp II
 The Angel laughed outright; "Whv,sF Jennie COgdal, who ever heard of you phiIosOphizing thusly-you who are as , living, sunny philosophy all by AynJf-:s ; self. Get up and don syour su0st~e0sal-a fortable bedroom slippers, .anflv vaeaA sally forth for stroll aTAN4d Hhetl vegetable garden! Mayhap the sweet z spring breeze, the babbling brook aAa
 the singing of many birds wflasiae- i store you to your former, GaFe-fRee state of mind, and--'''r s... .a::aoi s.4fs7a
 Jennie seized her and shook her roughly. eff it weren't for your fool ishness and fun,. the COgdai= family would be stale bunch of beaBtieg,'3 she said. f .s., Z ..;. .ss.
 "Wen, Jen, if we couldn't all be 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 gthat , one needn't worry about losing ones beauty; and if ones complexion hap, : pens to be the color of delicious weak :; plus. a packet of diamond dye a Ia | golden brown, transforms weak-tea complexion into rich cream" Sffe pat [ ted: down the folds of niraculotsly < transformed dress which had beenadas-' carded as Impossible" by an elderesls- ter. The Angel was honestly, uRdenis ably hOmely. Her hair was of no par ticular color and did not curl $ her nose,I nondescript like the rest of her face; < her teeth even, but not wfite.s Tn most .. stories all homely girls have beautiful dreamy. eyes, but. the Angels eyes matched her face; they were Heither] gray nor blue, hut in between the two. True, she had mellow cOntraltO voice, but nobody ever thought of asking her to sing except after q picnic supper around campfire, when every one else was too well content to do any thing except listen. And, too, she had her fnimitable crooked smile.
 AS unlike her as it is possible for al twin to be was the Beauty-tall, grace ful, with fair, wavy hair, deep, inno- cent blue eyes, full, red lips and skin of baby fairness. From early baby. hood she had been called a beauty, and, in order to defend the home1y twin, their mother had always said, ''Yes, Eunice Is a beauty, but LuiN r is an angel!" Thus they had esBeenqs known, until now, at nineteen, nobOdy sF thought of them as Eunice and Eulu,- but as Beauty and Angel. ii, 4s, Il
 By her beauty and grace the Beautgdf df had walked into the hearts and homes ! of the city's most exclusive set, and.l when at seventeen, she was singled out by Dan Ames, the one really unat- tached man of the town, her sisters ] had cOaXed, threatened and bribed Jen- s nie to forbear mentioning how her ] clpyernnSs at household { management and sewing kept them we'll dressed on their tiny income plus ! he salaries of Mary and Edith, who augl1t school. Beauty might as. well nave their chance, and Dan was we'll worth any girls time, from many points of view. For two years he had \ 'een impartially nice to all four of the 'irls. They all adored him. His high T powered motor car was ever at their ' ervice, Beauty always beside. him on he front seat. But lately Beauty had. 2 'rown restEess and Dan seemed pre-. '