Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1920-02-13

you've got TO; besides that tire
some Joe is coming up from home to-
morrow just to see me-"
So that was how little Miss Angel
came to be caught in the organ loft by
the young assistant of the mission.
81 wanted to thank you, Miss Hardy,
for playing. 1t was" he stopped,
for instead of Roberta's self-assurance
and daring black eyes, he found a girl
with wide, dreaming eyes of gray set
i'm a white little face, who looked as
though she had been caught in the
wickedest of crimes by the blush that
went creeping to her temples.
"Why, you're the girl I've wanted
that I've seen walking every afternoon
up by the old highway"
I'm not girl, I'm teacher" said
Miss Angel gravely.
Then she knew why it was that
Roberta had Said that the very devil
lurked behind those eyes of the young
st. Anthony.
would the teacher play for me?"
he asked very gently
Because she was very shy, Mary
Angel turned back to the organ and
began TO play it was so much easier
than talking to this disconcerting
young man After she had played
few minutes, she forgot all about him,
about everything in the world except
her music and the things her music
was saying.
1t had grown very dark in the organ
loft; the young assistant said, Thank
YOU" and helped her down from the
high bench, and they stumbled to-
gether down the steps into the dim
ness of the mission room.
I'm going TO walk home with you,"
he said very firmly, "it's too dark for
you to be out alone"
1t sent strange thrill through Mary
Angel to be walking beside this tall,
fair man that she felt somehow as
though she knew; for she had never
known any men in her secluded life,
from her school days to her teaching
days.
1T isn't as if ! don't know YOU"
the young man was saying. I've seen
you every afternoon for a month, and
| made up my mind" he stopped.
Mary Angel wanted to know very
much what he had made up his mind
to do.
Then he went on: $50 you live in
Brookline? How strange! Do you
know. my brother-in-law's cousin lives
there, very nice cid lady. must
run down to visit her. When are you
gOing?" "a
"I'm going the next holidays-in a
week. Mary Angel said and her heart
was beating very loud and she was
afraid he could hear it.
MAY | come to see you then?'' the
young assistant asked.
1t was on the white stone steps of
the school and Mary Angel said,
Yes" and felt she was saying great
deal more when she looked into his
eyes.
He took her hand for moment and
said, "Good-by until then"
Until then" Mary Angel repeated
and her voice was just above whis-
per.
Not until she reached the dOrmitory
did she remember Roberta, Roberta
who was her friend. Mary's face was
pitiful; for friendship in Mary An
CELLS code was a sacred thing not to
be married. She would not go to
Brookline next week.
"Angell, what's the matter?" Roberta
flung open the door and pulled her
across the threshold But Mary was
too wretched to see how excited Ro-
berta was.
'Look do you like it?'' Roberta held
out a pin, frosted with pearls: "Of
course wouldn't accept it unless we
were engaged
Engaged breathed Mary Angelh
and her face was suddenly white, so
white that it looked as though she
would faint.
ITO Joe, of course, you silly! You
never can tell whom you will marry"
Little Miss Angel found herself sit
ting on Roberta's bed, crying as bit
tery as though her heart would break.
Roberta was still puzzled when Mary
Angel lifted face radiant in spite of
tears, threw her arms about her neck
and cried, II never was so happy!"
and ran out of the room.
Miss Angel's eyes were all sweet
ness. her hair blew about her face like
thistledown and her mouth showed its
prettiest curves, as she breathlessly
climbed the stairs to her own room,
saying to herself. "And it's just one
more week Y
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