Philip weekly review and Bad River news. [volume] (Philip, Stanley County, S.D.) 1912-1918, 1916-03-16
WHAT WILL JACK SAY?
BY ELLIS GRAY.


that IN his delriun he was afraid it
would burst and scatter his brains
over the snowy uniform of his nurse
mat would have been dreadful, for
not Tor the world would he have any
thlhg happen to the dainty, immacu.
late bit of temininity who was taking
care of him
one other thing worried him besides
ms mead. 1t was the diamond ring
MS nurse wore on her left hand. To
MS distorted senses it seemed to be
lhtolerably in the way. IL she would
only put it on the other nand it
wouldn't bother him so much.
won't you tell me who the lucky
man is?' he asked one day az he lay
pack weakly among his pillows
watching her make out a report for
the doctor.
What do you mean?' she asked.
looking up startled from her writing.
Then, seeing his eyes on her hand, she
colored. "Not-not now." she faltered.
Some day, perhaps. Don't you think
you had better have your nap now
Mr. Hale?"
Bob got better. And Violet, one
dreary day, exchanged her white uni.
FORM Tor blue broadcloth suit and de-
parted, taking with her all that life
held dear for him.
For weeks Bob thought of every ex-
cuse under the sun to see her. But
ne always gave up in despair There
was no honorable way he could think
Of Besides. what was the use when
she was not, and never could be his.
One day he lost collie pup, and.
locking over the ads in a daily paper
found the following item right under
| his nose:
LoST-A solitaire diamond ring
on BeIleVue car or on Washing
ton avenue. Bellevue. Finder will
| please return to Miss Violet Lari-
mar. l23 Washington avenue, and
receive liberal reward
Eureka, | have found it," ex.
claimed Bob, meaning, of course,
neither the ring nor the dog, but an
excuse to see once more the only girl
| he could ever care for.
The plan that presented itself so
| suddenly was this: To try to inter
| cept the finder, and thereby return it
in person. 1t was the only legitimate
excuse he could possibly trump up
for seeing her once more
Bob boarded a Bellevue car, got off
at Washington street and slipped
through the street gate set in high
privet hedge. Just inside was clump
OF hydrangeas on level with his
head. He could stand there screened
from the street and house and inter-
cept anyone who looked as though he
or she were coming to return lost
diamond. It's a beautiful fix to be
In, playing detective to get another
fellows ring for the girl love- Bob
admitted, But it's the only way
can see here,'
Suddenly he heard voices coming
down the patch from the house He
stepped back among the shrubs until
the people should pass, when he heard
Violet herself eXclaim: Let us sit
here on the bench. father. and wait
for the car. 1t won't be along for five
minutes and I'm so afraid of missing
someone who might come to return
dear Jacks ring.
Then she began to cry. Its dread
full to lose it. just loved it,
Bob felt queer. If Violet loved the
other fellow like that, what use was
there for him to try to see her any
| Iyn ~ W
he was playing. He decided that as
soon as Violet and her father departed
he would leave the place forever.
But, as fate would have it, Just as
soon as Bob gave up the idea of find
ing the ring the ring found him. He
didn't know it, of course, when he
picked up the soggy rag doll that had
lain out all night under the bushes,
but. turning it over, he discovered
something on a piece of string around
the dolls neck. It was Violet's en-.
gagement ring. the ring her beloved
Jack had given her!
Bob slipped dolly's fnery into his
pocket and waited for the occupants
OF the bench to depart. That evening
he called her on the telephone.
Good evening. Miss Larimar. This
is Robert Hale. Do you remember
me?"
Indeed, yes!' came back in sur.
prised tones. II could hardly have for
gotten you so soon, Mr.. Hale"
II saw your advertisement In the
paper and have the pleasure OF in
forming you that have found dia
mond ring which may be yours. l am
sending 1t to you by registered mail.
He said 1t as formally a. possible
wondering II the transmitter would
convey the hammering Of his heart.
How perfectly grandi I'll be %
glad to get 1t back, IL II really IL
mine. But can't you bring 1t out
Why send It? Would 1t be very much
trouble!'
Was he dreaming. or were hel
words q trihe wistful?
why, yes! That IL. thank yor
very much, but you see-I mean. what
will Jack say?"