Tensas gazette. [volume] (St. Joseph, La.) 1886-current, 1917-06-15
ANGELA's DEPARTURE
BY LOUISE OLIVER.

all of her belongings, including the
pearls he had given her for Christmas,
and departed far distant, where SYM
pathetic relatives would be sure to call
Bobby names that would sOothe her
injured feelings.
The cook had heard the rumpus, and
seeing Mrs. Bobby pack had given no
tice. This gave the cue to the others,
from Sadie, the upstairs girl, to Adam,
the chauffeur, so they all left bag and
baggage, and what Bobby was to do
when he came home that night-but
Tn getting ahead of my story.
The general exodus had taken place
I'm the morning. Angela, still furious
over the way things had turned out
she had expected Bobby to give in as
he usually did and come up with the
price of two new evening dresses,
which she did not need-Angela still
furious, had got as far as the Grand
Central station before she thought or
Ali Ri, her pet Persian cat, probably
asleep at that minute in the sun par
Tor.
Bobby had never liked cats, and
with the girls gone the poor thing
would starve. She must go back Inn
mediately. SO she checked her belong
ings and took taXicab but, rejecting
that luncheon In hotel would be
much more attractive than in din
ing car, she drove to the Colonial.
There, as she expected, and more than
half hoped. she met few people she
knew-also Anne Forsythe. to whom
she told everything. Angela craved
sympathy!
81 think it's q shame" declared An
CELIA, that girls give up their lib
erty and tie themselves down to one
man, and then have to get down on
their Bonded knees for every little at
tention. If more women had little
spirit there would be more equality
In this world and men wouldn't ride
over them roughshod."
"But," protested Anne, 1--WE always
thought Bobby was rather generous
that is" She didn't finish, for there
was war in Angela's eye.
"Well- he isn't" she asseverated.
"Don't think it!'
There were some things she wanted
to get after lunch. She was glad now
that she had decided to stay over a
| few hours. for in the first heat of her
wrath she had forgotten her intended
shopping. An hour or two more or
less wouldn't matter, and she would
get the cat any time before six. when
Bobby came home.
So it was quite five o'clock when
she drove up to her own curb and-let
herself into the house.
Ali Ri was not in the sun parlOr.
Having had no lunch, he had gone for
aging. So Angela hunted him up. But
in the buffers pantry she heard voice
coming from the kitchen. 1t was
Irish:
"How many are you laying places
for, Thomas, at the party?"
Mrs. Carter told me ten, Nora. It's
mighty hard findin' things in strange
house."
THAT it is! The whole business Is
queer! Givin' party in a persons
house the minute her backs turned.
There-that's done and it's the pref
test birthday cake ever turned out"
Angela tiptoed out. What did it all
mean? Nanette Carriers cook and but
Ter in her house! And birthday par
ty! Whose birthday was it? Then it
flashed on her suddenly that it was
BObby's.
So Bobby had decided to celebrate
in her absence and to call in his
friends to help him out. Suddenly she
heard voices coming from the library
and she hastily retreated into tele-
phone closet under the stairs as they
: approached. Nanette Carter herself
and Anne Forsythe, to whom she had
: been talking in the Colonial!
- "Well, it wasn't my idea," Mrs. Car
{ ter was protesting. "Dick's wanted to
have something on Bobby's birthday
all along. They were always friends
until Bobby and Angela were married
. you know"
"But it doesn't seem right with An
? gela hundreds of miles away by thi'
u time. It's almost CHASTITY If she doe
! as she says and never comes back"
"Oh, don't fool yourself. / told Dicl
, what she's told you and he just howled
" She'll be back in two days. he said
Bobby is too good a thing to let go
I" Why, he's given her everything in tn
world. Look at this house! I'd Civ
!. my front teeth and ten years of my lif
for It,"
The voices died away in the direction
of the dining room. Angela, seethin
j with wrath, rushed to her own room
"T1l show them II I'll ever come back
N she stormed. I'm going away forever.
But she locked the door of her bou
doir and threw herself face down ON
couch. Time passed slowly. She hear
IL voices and laughter downstairs, an
N from the darkness of her own roOl
ID she heard Bobbys door open and clos
In and then his footsteps In the hall.
n Suddenly she sprang up and flew [
10 her own door, flinging it open.
ct Bobby" she almost whispere
lie Forgive me-"
he He turned and took her in his arm
s. "Dear love" was all he said, as !
n. stroked her hair.
tc Copyright. 1917, by the Mcclure Newsp
nj per Syndicate)
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