The Tacoma Times

which were a relief to the girl's overwrought nerves. Appealing to her.
"Do you suppose you could straighten up this living room? I'm a swell cook but I've never been much of a housekeeper."
Gradually more and more of the household duties fell upon Angela, who turned them off in a sort of fury. She found she actually liked to sweep dust.
It pleased her to see the canaries splashing in their baths while she picked up the scattered music and polished the scratched surface of the old piano Molly gave her no directions, but permitted her to do it her own way and the result was so satisfactory that the girls noticed the difference and remarked about it.
Waited on Them
Their attitude toward Angela amazed her. Although she waited upon them at the table serving the food which Molly cooked, they never made her feel inferior. Their position in life as chamber maids and factory workers had given them no advantages, but the spirit of that household would have been a credit to any finishing school. Snobbishness would not be tolerated and they knew it.
Angela knew it, too, but she liked to think that the girls were nice because they liked her.
Never before had she known any real friendship with her own sex. She was so pleased when they called her "Annie" she could have cried. In two brief weeks she had made a place for herself where she was both loved and respected.
It was a triumph which she attributed to Molly's influence that during this time she had forced herself to behave as if she were one of them. She tried to act as if she didn't know about her face. But the truth of the matter was she never forgot it. She went to market with Molly but she wore her veil and she was not yet able to apply for a position.
There were hours when the thought of her father and Aunt Anna haunted her. She even wrote letters to them late at night telling them not to worry about her, assuring them that she was well. But when morning came she always destroyed them.
If they heard from her, they might be able to trace her. She could not bear for them to see her like this. She would rather let them think she was dead.
Weeks Passed
Three weeks passed and that other life she had lived since coming to the city began to seem like a dream. Philip and Walter Jamieson were equally unreal.
Life was not at all as she had pictured it. She was no longer an actress ready to step upon the stage. The play in which Angela Heath had held the leading role was finished. In convincing others of her identity as Anna Hunter she had also convinced herself.
Her life began and ended with her humble tasks at Molly's boarding house.