The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1939-01-02
RE STLESS v|. HURST

you. Miss Hunter :" the doctor
inquired
NO. Why
Your livelihood doesn't depend
on your appearance
OF course not but D." Then
she realized what he meant
y see" she said slowly. you
mean that If Il did She
shuddered
There are many things IN this
world more important than
beautiful face. he reminded her.
Didn't Know
But NOT TO HER, That vas
what he didn't know He couldn't
be expected 10 understand that her
entire future depended upon her
beauty. II that was gone she was
ruined for life. Through -,
Walter had sent flowers and tel
ephoned. He assured her that L
had been kept out of the papers
and one day he told her that Philip
had gone to Europe. His aunt
is glad enough TO put up the
money" Walter said grlmly.
shes no more anxious to have
it break into the headlines than l
am" Walter was sorry for An
gela. He would do everything he
could 10 help her now. He didn't
have to remind her Of it. He had
told her from the beginning that
il was youth and beauty he
wanted
Angela faced the knowledge bit
terlv without illusions. With one
side OF her face an ugly scar what
was she going TO do Deprived
of her greatest asset. the one thing
on which she had depended she
had nothing left but her pride
This made It impossible for her
TO face anyone who had known
the girl she used 10 be. She knew
why her own sex had never liked
her. They had been jealous and
would be only too glad to see her
downfall But she could bear that
easier than pity. She could not
take pity from any one. Not even
from her own father
The doctor had told her she
might leave the following day.
Angela waited until she knew the
floor nurses were having their
midnight supper. and the one girl
left on duty was called away from
the desk Then dressed in the
evening clothes she had worn when
she entered. she slipped from the
room and down the stairs.
Dim Lights
The lights were dimmed and
after she had left her own floor
there was nothing to fear. When
she reached the street she took
cab. Back at the hotel she ignored
the curious glances at the bandage
she wore, asked for her bill and
checked out.
She went then to still smaller
hotel on a less respectable street.
I No one would look for her here.
In a city the size of this she would
be but one among the thousands
of girls who had disappeared. An
gela Heath should die. AS Anna
Hunter she would lose her iden-
tity as completely as if Philips
bullet had struck her heart
That 1t would be a struggle for
survival she did not doubt. She
had no confidence in herself with
out her beauty. But the outcome
did not really matter because she
did not care
The following day she went to
new doctor explaining nothing but
asking him to dress her wound.
Then quivering with apprehension
she asked his verdict
The bandage can come off in
a day or two" he said. But the
scars will be permanent. You're
lucky to be alive"
Lucky to live with none of the
things which had made life worth
living? If he only knew how
very little life meant to her as
she walked out of his office. She
had only a few dollars left from
her last pay check No savings
account.
She must get work of some
kind but it would be impossible
until the bandages came off. In
the meantime there was nothing
to do but remain in her dingv
room. Not crying. Her grief was
too deep for tears.
She lay on her bed for hour
after hour staring at the ceiling
so close to madness that the
youthful maid who cleaned her
room was worried about her.
See here, honey" she said the
third day she found her thus.
I don't know what's bothering
you but whatever it is it won
seem so bad If you tell me about
it, Maybe I can even help you.
Who knows ."
Angela looked at her DULY
Those were the first words OF
honest affection she had ever
heard from another girl of her
own age.
ITO Be Continued)