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"Angie Hatton's beau was killed " "They say his airyoplane fell ten thousand feet " "The news come only last evening about eight " "She won't see nobody but her pa " Eight! At eight Tessie had been standing outside Hatton's house, envying Angie and hating her. So that explained the people, and the automobiles, and the excitement.
"She looks to me," I said, with honesty, "to be eighteen or twenty twenty-five at the most." "Sir, she is forty!" said Captain Judah proudly. Angie Fay shot him a bewitching glance through the open door. "She is not only a skilled performer on the keys, as you see, but she is a wide-idead thinker.
She was cut and bruised, and her wrist had been broken. The two girls clung to each other, wordlessly. The thing was miraculous, in view of the car that lay perilously tipped on its fender. "You're a lucky bunch," said Chug. "Who was driving?" "I was," said Angie Hatton. "It wasn't her fault," the Weld girl put in, quickly. "We were coming from Winnebago. She's a wonderful driver.
"I was only doing my duty!" Angie returned loftily. Then her consuming rage got the better of her once more. "You dare to speak of anyone making a tool of me! It is you who are waiting for anyone's hand! Starr Wiley made a fool of you, and you simpered and purred and thought you were taking him from me, when he was only amusing himself for the moment because he was jealous of me with Art. Judson!
When the door had closed behind him, she stood quite still in the middle of the floor where he had left her. That letter, that portentous letter which Angie had spitefully put into her willing, credulous hands had referred to Tia Juana, not to herself. How plain it all was, now, and how ruthlessly, unjustly she had driven him from her! And he?
"Well, you write tonight, Angie," ordered Mr. Webster; "and remember it ain't Cedar, or Oak, or Mahogany. It's Pine, the stuff you make boxes of." Much to Courtney's dismay, Alix remained in town over night. He went up to the house that evening, only to receive this disconcerting bit of information. Halfway home, he stopped short in the road, confronted by a most astonishing doubt.
"Yes, there has," was the decided answer. "First Ase Tidditt, and then Bailey Bangs, and then that that Angie Phinney." "Humph!" mused Captain Cy slowly. "So Angie was here, was she? Where the carcass is the vultures are on deck, or words similar. Humph! Did our Angelic friend have much to say?" "DID she? And I had somethin' to say, too! I never in my life!" "Humph!" Her employer eyed her sharply.
Tessie clutched frantically at the last crumbs of her pride. She tried to straighten, to smile with her old bravado. What was that story she had planned to tell? "Who is it, dad? Who...?" Angie Hatton came into the hallway. She stared at Angie. Then: "Why, my dear!" she said. "My dear! Come in here." Angie Hatton! Tessie began to cry weakly, her face buried in Angie Hatton's expensive blouse.
I'll probably be as rich as Angie Hatton time you get back." And he, miserably: "Little old Chippewa girls are good enough for Chuck. I ain't counting on taking up with those Frenchies. I don't like their jabber, from what I know of it. I saw some pictures of 'em, last week, a fellow in camp had who'd been over there.
First, I'd hate to be responsible for tippin' over such a sky-towerin' idol as you've been to make ruins for Angie Phinney and the other blackbirds to peck at and caw over. And second well, it does sound presumin', don't it, but I kind of pity you. Say, Heman," he added with a chuckle, "that's a kind of distinction, in a way, ain't it?
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