The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1921-07-22
Eoening Story
The Governors Lady.
BY cLARISSA MACKIE.

Doris came running into the house
where her fragile little aunt sat alone
in a sunny window, her fingers busy
with some danny needlework- Angela
Allen lifted her quiet gray eyes ana
saw the dark. sparkling beauty of the
girl, the rich coloring of youth and
perfect health-and radiant JOY.
"Auntie, I've had darling tlne!
cried Doris breathlessly whirling into
chair and pulling off her long silk
gloves. Guess who was there-and
met himi" she ended ecstatically.
Angela Allen turned her fair face
and looked out into the flower garden
before her hurt eyes; all the blossoms
seemed to nod their heads and say, Il
told you SOL told you so-some
day
''You are not listeningH reproached
the girl, for this aunt was mother and
father to her and had been for many
years since a fatal accident had de-
prived the child of both parents.
you haven't heard a world met
such an important person at the gar
den party-we made heaps of money
for the destitute children of Europe
and he looked and looked at me I'M
til he seemed to realize that he was
being rude; then Bob introduced him
to mel Auntie, mine, have made
real conquest" she made a mock bow
of great condescension.
Goose" smiled Angela, but her lips
trembled.
''Behold-the governors future
lady"
"Doris," Miss Allen had risen and
was staring at her niece with wide.
startled eyes in her white face. what
do you mean?"
explained Doris contrite1y. ct really
did meet the governor himself and he
was charming to me. He is coming to
call tomorrow afternoon and we must
have tea in the garden"
'fOf course" faltered Angela
HE asked after you, auntie, said he
knew you years ago, when you were
my age; he said there was a resem-
blance. Bob was frightfully jealous of
him. Isn't he distinguished looking,
and so calm and reserved with the
twinkly look in his blue eyes? l adore
him!" Doris suddenly subsidized in her
changeabIe way, and looked dreamily
into the gathering twilight.
You mustn't hurt Bob's feelings,
Doris" advised Angela in a troubled
voice; you know how devoted he is"
He seems so young and immature
beside Governor Delayne. told him
So" she ended frankly.
''Told-Bob?
YES" carelessly. ION the way home.
He was quite a bear about it-and SO
VIC al Z ilO lOHStT tDSdSSQ-.
"Ohi" cried the older woman
sharply, then, as if collecting her scat
tered forces, she added quietly, st am
sorry. dear. Bob is young, but that is
a fault we all get over some day!"
Doris laughed and kissed her aunt
Bob's diamond had proudly cleaned
was quite bare.
"She really did it." thought Angela
as she put away her work basket and
went out into the garden to gather a
few roses for the supper table. Her
slender figure, in a short, girlish frocl1,
tripped as lightly down the garden
paths as it had done twenty years ago,
but the face that bent over the roses
was sad and the gray eyes, once so
happy, were troubled. She crushed
her hands about a gorgeous American
Beauty rose and closed her eyes
against the petals-the scent Drought
it all back SO plainly-the highest
altitude of her life-and afterward-
suddenly she lifted her face and flung
the rose away from her. 1t swayed on
its stalk, bruised and dying flower.
''Ah, 1 was hurt like that once-I
was" she ran back to the house and
hid herself in her own room.
The next afternoon Doris made
preparations for serving tea in the
rose powered veranda. Miss Allen had
silently helped her. making a loaf of
mother used to bake and making
dainty bread and butter slices. She
gave the girl carte blanche where the
china closet was concerned, and the
consequence was that many bits of old
china saw the light for the first time
in many years. Angela, dressed in a
soft gray silk. with her graying hair
pinned in a, knot at her neck, looked
like some pompadour fxgurine as she
wandered restlessly about the garden.
1t was not until she heard voices at
the house that she arose from her