Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1920-02-13
You Never Can Tell

By JESSIE DOUGLAS

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OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
t9. 1920. by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate,
Little Miss Angel looked smothered
behind her pile of exercise books. Inc
front of her hair was quite white
where she had brushed against the
chalky board. and her middle finger
had a deep scar of ink.
When you looked very hard at Miss
Angel you saw she might have been
pretty. if The shyness of her eyes had
not concealed their sweetness and the
dullness of her hair had not hidden
its softneAs and the wistful look
about her keuth had not forbidden
you to looEl at its pretty curves.
When yofl had seen all this-you
saw suddenly just how little Miss An
CELL would hook in ten years when the
softness hId changed to sharpness
and Miss AAgell would have become a
.good teachIer.'
But Miss Angel wasn't thinking just
now of becakming good teacher; she
was staring might through the school
roonDwith Is prim little desks. right
thS<ngh th4E wall with its gay maps,
3 the lanse at Brookline where
was sitting al alone
ecause she, Mary Angel,
10 out into the world and
lat happened there. And this
he w;Urfd. Filis school with it's
arefree girls, and its older women
taught too long to care very
= happened TO the May An
tept Roberta.
the middle of Mary's
3le1 Roberta Hardy, the real
n In d minute the room had
ce! ITO be a scheolroom and had
bed the background for her glow
Ing srson She perched herself on
Hi hesk. which was unthought Of !;
she Tossed off her hat and put warm
hand on a cold, red cheek, while her
b1adk eyes cleaned
wofking?" she groaned in sympathy.
"Oh, Angel, if you wouldn't be SO
good! But whatever should do with
out you in this nunnery? Angel, I've
got to tell YOU she lowered her voice
so that none of the curious maps could
hear. I'm going 10 marry!' y
Marry y repeated Miss Angel
"Oh, Roberta y Her eyes glowed as
~ - hp .t.in oh N
it is Joe, and you are going to-
"You poor innocent! No! Whoever
heard of narrying a man you could
have? | just saw him this afternoon.
/ was taking the children walking up
by the old highway and | was so
bored At the top of the hill we
passed that pathetic looking mission;
the girls begged to go In. Anything
was better than their everlasting chat
ter. SO in we went. felt like an or
phan asylum, of course, with six of
them tagging on behind, and then i
knew why they had wanted to 60. Up
the aisle came the assistant-a man.
The first I've seen in months, with the
face of q ST. Anthony or some early
martyr. and the devil lurking in the
back of his eyes. And a voice, the
kind that once you've heard it winds
itself about your heart and squeezes
It. After the service | put on my
sanity expression and went up to him.
81 wonder if couldn't help you.
Isn't there some Sunday school work
Or
'He looked at me very gravely be-
fore he said, Thank you, have about
all the teachers and assistants | can
manage at present. But
"Yes?' asked sweetly.
"Tm going to have a sewing class
Saturday mornings. perhaps you
might
II jumped at the chance. not that
can sew a stitch"
Mary Angel sat looking at the mar
rator breathlessly. She loved her
warm cheeks and her wiry black hair
and her eyes that were dark and dar-
ing and gay.
That's all" Roberta ended. so Tn
going to marry HIM. It's very simple.
| shall make a delightful minister's
wife. something new in that line.
Hank, there's the dressing bell See
you, later" she caught UP her hat and
flew down the hall. her heels click
clacking over the polished floors.
And that was the beginning of 1t.
The last bell had rung, the lights
were out in the dormitory, except for
the tiny CLEAN that peered through
Miss Angeles keyhole. Miss Angel
was still working over problem in
arithmetic. She never even heard
Roberta's light knock.
working? oh, Angel. you'll lose
your beauty Sleep Roberta laughed
at a funny little thought of her own.
you've got to help me, Angel. I'm in
an awful mess. You know the man.
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