The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1922-01-29
EDerybodys Troubles -
We're Her Troubles-and
Then She Was Married
to a Man Who Had
No Troubles!

~ ERHAPs It In Just a. wen there are not
- many people like Angela Lee In the
u world Every one wasted 20 much
time wondering why she did it-why she
kept It up. when altar years she was taken
hopelessly for granted. did hear It said that
had she chosen to hang out Sign she might
easily have taken IN . smart little revenue.
But Angela was nothing II not uncommer-
cial: she never had the faintest idea of sell
ing her personality. She gave 1t away. It
Heated ameng her friends as seductively as
flower psrfume. And not friends alone. Oh.
dear me. ne! Anything from bellboys to
dukes.
Even 20. I am certain that she never con-
scdously made any differentiation in sex.
But she was marked for man. One look at
her was enough to tell you that, And yet
she was not without her following among
women In our school days, remember.
vhsn she began holding those closed courts
there was not . girl in the Barber seminary
who didn't 20 to Angela with her trouble. her
fsar. her hope or JOY Crowded the latter was
sufncently exciting.
But the real rush came later And then
I must admit that most Of her claimants
we're Of the opposite sex: young men, old
men. boys. They all found her out sooner
o. later. They all went" to Angela. And
not one Of them came away empty hearted.
The girl was . veritable genius in patching
rp wrecked hives. OF course, they all fell
IN love with her. But aside from . few I'M
fortunate nareouts she managed with amaz-
ing deIterity. The only thing she couldn't
and didn't manage was . well poised life.
Happy. comfortable people bored her. She
aid 80 frankly. They gave her nothing to
act upon. She demanded . furious past, or
at least . dazzling future. But pasts were
her speciality.
often wondered bow her little bead could
hold 20 many tales Of ltfe-how she kept
each drama separata- And some of them.
many Of them. were sordid. OF that there
was ample proof. Ours vas . large town,
large enough to have its average number
q divorces and mail enough to make them
svrrybody's business. Anseia's business in
particular. She handled many such cases
elsveriy. sent any number Of thos. recalci-
trant couples back to keep their homes and
fhsir children together. The wives, nat
urally, never admitted as much as q photo
graph Of Angela on tho drawing room tabl-,
but I suspected her likeness was hidden
somewhere among each husbands posses
sions.
She went further than divorce When
Jimmy stadfer robbed the bank she spent As
much time as the law allowed with him IN
the county JAN; she was with him through
the last hour before he went up to serve his
sentence. Afterwards she sighed. to me:
Poor Jimmy, I couldn't do much for
him but wear my best clothes. You know
his taste In frocks Is perfect"
She let some tears. fall out Of her sober
gray eyes, but her mouth denied them imne-
diatefy: her mouth was full of surprises
Her smile was quantity apologize when she
murmured:
silly old dear. He never made a mistake
IN frocks. but he chose the wrong girls to
put them on Too bad"
Whereupon the case Of Jimmy was locked
away among all the others
However. she brought It cut a few months
later. for as a result 1 had a stormy call from
Byron Mcousde. Byron was a Scotchman
and lawyer; an impervious combination
where women are concerned. But he was
in love with Angela At the time was not
sure that he was aware of the fact, but 1 was
sure he was the only man for miles about
who had never given her hts confidence
never made himself one Of her collection. As
for trials and complications, knew of none
In Byron's life; Of course. he might have
had an kinds Of . past, but the notion of
beyond imagination.
He was 30 evidently stirred when I came
into the drawing room that scarcely knew
what to expect
vel" he demanded, giowering at m.
from the hearth rug.
Have you heardr"
i admitted that hadn't, and he frowned
more savasely than before. I could feel how
It went against his grain, his gritty, sandy
grain. to open without help the subject Of
Angela I knew. at once. that was his sub
ject. But I counted myself a match for
Byron McQuade. I loved to sec him strug-
gle In his corners Of reserve. He was un-
comfortably red at the moment, but before
he spoke his face became aIarnninsfy white.
She wants to 20 to Sing sins-to visit