Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1914-12-07
Evening Star S
Daily Story
SUZANNE!
BY DOROTHY DOUGLAS.
Copyright, 1914, by the Mcclure News
paper Syndicate.

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= sustaining, DEAR replied Mrs. Adams.
THE boys can carry it along with
them on a march and, when they fell
hungry or fatigued. eat a piece with
out stopping Don't you see?"
Suzanne nodded. "Oh. I'm more
than willing to make il. and since the
call for it has been sent out I'm sure
1t is required; but it seemed an odd
thing, at first, to be making for sol
4 der boys.
And yet more adapted to your par
ticular talents than the knitting of
socks or making of nightshirts,' Mrs.
Adams added, wisely.
Suzanne laughed, a merry, ripping
laugh that would have been as much
of a sustainer to the soldier boys on
the long march as bit of fudge could
they have heard it. Right-o, mothers"
she said. slangily.
And then she went on with her
candy making, thinking and wonder
ing as she stirred where and by
whom it would be eaten. Girl-like
Nishe Wove romanceS about 1t. and as
she sat in the window Judging" it
after it had cooked for the required
number of moments she began to see
more of romance than practical good
in it.
Finally it was Judged to the
proper consistency and she spread it
on a fiat dish, smoothing it with her
spoon as it fell. rather reluctantly
from the pan. Good fudge always
leaves the pan reluctantly. This is
one of the tests of it's having been
Judged" sufficiently.
: IL wonder if any of the boys
will get whole box, by any chance"
she said to herself. ''I-wonderi"
When it was smooth she set it
away on the ice, and in ten minutes
she took It off and began to mark it
off in generous squares. It was then
that she put into action the little
idea that had budded in her brain
as she stood making the candy She
traced her name on the fiat surface
of the cany so that it looked like a
puzzle when marked into squares
She carved her name and the village
? in which she lived very plainly and
then she placed the dish back on the
ice
1t took Suzanne some time to find
box in which she could lay the
cake of fudge flat, for it was large
cake. She did not want to spoil the
design she had made so carefully.
Her cheeks were glowing with the
thought of romance as she tied 1T
up and addressed If to the woman
who was looking after the sending
OF sweets to the troops at war.
Not a day passed in which she did
not think of the silly thing she had
done, and yet even at the end of a.
month she hoped that she might hear
from her candy some way - some
how
When a trainload of wounded SOL
der boys arrived at the big city, of
!. which her home was a suburb, SUI
Anne was anxious to join the volun-
teer workers who were to care for
the soldier ladies.
II am not trained nurse, but |
could help" she told her mother
'All right, dear" her mother said.
at is a noble work and You have
my permission to go SO long as you
go chaperoned by Mrs. Greene"
Mrs Greene was a matron of the
community who was going to help
with the nursing of boys who had
been brought home, and she had Of
fered to take Suzanne with her.
1t fell to Suzanne's lot to be sent
to the hane of a soldier boy whose
mother was an invalid. At the home
she was to assist in taking care of
him, and from the young man she
learned much of the life of soldiers
in battle.
But we had much to be thankful
for the wounded soldier told her
one day when she sat by his invalid
chair. which was drawn out on to
the sunny porch beside that of his
mother. We had wonderful Red
Cross service. We were not left to
suffer on the field. but We're given
the best and quickest of attention
at all times and sent home to mend
up. And here" he smiled into the
girls eyes-"you can see for your
self what we have when we get home,
the flower of the land to care for us.
Isn't this so. mOther?''
The mother nodded her head, tears
stood in her eyes. You have, indeed,
my boy, the flower of the land she
added
Suzanne hung her head, tears
binding her for a moment. 1t was
difficult to realize that such tribes as
it had been her good fortune to be
able to do could be so deeply APP
preciated.
'And the good people all over the
country even saw to it that we had
candy-chocolate sweetS-on our
marches. 1t was great" the boy
said.
"Did-did you have any fudge?"
Suzanne asked, timidly.
Fudge? The best ever and one
of the fellows in our regiment has
gone clean daffy over some girl who
sent box with her name written all
over it. He pieced it together, TAX
ing our candy out of our very mouths
almost"--the soldier laughed-'and
managed to make out her name and
where she lives. He swears if he
lives he's going to find that girl, and
: well, you know how such things al
ways turn OUT
Suzanne had turned a brilliant
scarlet, but neither the soldier nor
his mother seemed to notice it,
What silly thing for girl to dc"
she managed to say.
Plumb silly-yes, but 1 guess she
makes up for it by being a good
hearted grid, or she never would have
made the fudge at ALL
Little by little, after that, Susanna
discovered what regiment the soldier
: was fighting in-the boy who had
eaten her candy. She learned that
his name was Robert Moore and that
he lived in the city in which she was
now nursing his comrade. Some
of him, and the, thought made her
happy.
When her charge was we'll enough
to be about she left him, but not be-
I, fore she had promised his mother to
20 each summer that she 4 lived to
visit her at their cottage by the sea.
The old lady said that she owed her
a tremendous debt and insisted on
paying it partly in this way
1t was three summers later that she
went down to the cottage at the inyi-
tation of the old lady and her eX-soldier
son TO spend a fortnight The war
j, was over but war times and war days
were still the topic of conversation.
'.Mr Henry Suzanne asked Of the
boy she had nursed, did you ever
hear again of your comrade who ate