The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1919-09-05
Show Me, Angela!
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By BARBARA KERR
BY BARBARA KERR

paper syndicate.)
She was such an alluring bit of fem
ininity. Her dark brown hair was
beautifully marcelled-not that she
had spent twenty-five perfectly good
dollars and had the job done, that is
permanently waved at one sitting, but
she was a twice-a-week customer at
Mime. Periwig's, and as this was one
of the bi-weekly days and she knew
that it was thoroughly and efficiently
done.
She knew that the two curly little
horns, one over each ear, Were just so,
and were skewered into place with in
Vulnerable invisible hairp;ns; that her
hair was reached back with a most be-
witching "cowlck" at the most becom-
ing angle of her forehead, and that
her widows peak" was pointed pre-
ciSely over the left eyebrow. There
fore by and because of all these signs
her Golf was the last word.
Her complexion was arrived at by
the benZoic method. 1t was now seven
months and twenty-one days since
water had touched her face. Her
makeup box took up the whole end
of clothes closet, and her bills for
cosmetics, creams and other beauti-
fiers were greater than those Of her
father for clothes.
But her devoted parents had no
fault to find with Angela's tout ensem-
BILE, nor the cost thereof, for she was
vastly easy for all to look upon, and a
finished feast for the tired eyes of in
dulgent parents.
And to all this Angela Burton was
wise. She had capitalized her appear
ance and knew 1t. More than once
it had brought her what she desired.
But now, and it was a fearful. almost
terrifying moment, Tommy Hampton,
her old sweetheart, who had always
stood so in awe of her, was returned
from France, and in their first min
utes he was saying to her:
mo use, Angie! You've got to show
me something besides good looks
You're a peacherino, all right, all
right, but I've been around some-I've
seen all kinds of girls-and the girl
that interests me now is the girl with
the goods-and not dry goods
either"
"Oh, 1 suppose that Lieutenant
Hampton is going to marry money? p
retorted Angela scornfully.
'NO" Numbered Tommy, "but If
you don't, you'll soon be short. of
grease to run that complexion of
yours"
She sprang to her feet in q rage.
Now that was pretty coarse work
Angie, but it's the honest-to-God truth
/ didn't start out to be beast.
was only going to tell you that my
ideas on what was inside our heads
and not what we were painted up to
look like. I've seen girls ragged, I'm.
combed-yeS, as savage as we were
who'd go with US to the gates of hell
and kiss US, and cry over us when we
came back. And they looked a good
deal more like angels to me than you
do. Angie, you and / are a century
apart. I'm looking for a mate, not q
piece of bric-a-brac for a corner what
not You won't do, Angie. You're just
scenery"
Clapping her hands over her ears
Angela sped up the stairs and Tommy
took his hat and left. 49,.
She was too angry for words. Nc
one in the world had ever before told
her she was utterly useless. In order
to revive her self-respect and dry hel
tears with bits of absorbent cotton
she sat down before her mirror. Their
her vitalizing sense of humor came tc
her rescue.
$50 you're scenery, Angler" she
mimicked to her reflection. "Well, he
didn't say you weren't interesting
scenery-oh, no, but he said a lot =
Gazing at herself intently and after 6
moments thought, "No, We'll not de
face the scenery-it's all Pm travelins
on, just now, but Wen show Mr.
Hampton"
Angela was nobody's fool. There
were as many convolutions in the brain
inside of her marcelled head as there
were waves in her hair. thoughtful
ly, preoccupiedly, she went through
her closet, took down an old blue
linen, put it on; then laid out on the
bed clean white collar and cuff set
put on big apron and hurried to the
phone.
Eyes. dad, I've some extra time on
my hands, and If you want to bring
out an old friend to dinner We'll SET
him up a nifty little handout. Any
one you bring is all right" she as
sured her father Then she repaired
TO the kitchen and told her mother
what she had done, adding: "But Il
wouldn't be any more troslble to fix
for two than one. Let's have Uncle
Joab toe." And they called him. He
was delighted.
Angela was more to him than mere
ly an only sisters child. She was the