The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1917-12-13
TheRight Man
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By VICTOR REDclIFFE

Illinois," Monte proceeded to fx tn,
pretty trlfie under his coat, slipped tn,
card into his pocket, and watched thu
goings on among his fellow soldiers II
the big tent of the regular army con
tingent encamped on Texas soil.
A great mass Of donations for the
boys In blue had come In with the
morning train, was deposited in the big
tent and there was scramble choice fol-
the various packages.
1t was joyous, animated scene and
every man was bettered and uplIfted
by the CHEEKY break In camp monotony.
All kinds Of pretty handmade trifies
went the rounds, from pin cushions to
neckties. Monte Bruce went over to
his own tent and was about to throw
the card away. when he noted on its
reserve side penciled date and under
1t the name, wanda Beverly"
"Why, I've found a lady Lowell" he
chuckled. He sat down and indited a
chatty, ingenious letter to the donor
Of the neck scarf.
He had come across a photograph Of
his lieutenant, Joyce Griscom, taken at
his best of that really handsome and
daring young officer, invalided on ac-
count Of fever for ninety days and gone
North to convalesce. Audaciously
Monte inclosed 1t and within a week
sisterly, heartsome epistle came In re-
turn.
Meanwhile the original Of the photo
graph was spending his furlough pleas
antly at Wadham, not half hundred
miles from Bluffton. Fate plays strange
capers with its victims.
Griscom was passing well-appoint-
ed house when he paused to comfort
little child at Its gate. She was seat
ed inside Of it, sobbing bitterly.
"Why, little one, whatever is the
trouble?" queried Griscom.
"The-the gate slammedl" wept the
child, land killed my dolly, my booful
Katydidl Only see." The child point
ed to the doll In question. Its china
head was denuded Of one cheek, ear
and eye. which lay In brittle fragments
on the ground.
Don't cry. little one" cheered Girls
com. "Here, and with his penknife he
dismantled head to the body of the
doll. ''I'll take this to match for new
one. and when you get up tomorrow
morning you'll find it on your door
STEP"
Griscom purchased rev china head
in the village and the next morning
turned from the street into the grounds
Of the house where the child lived.
He did not 60 up the steps, for by
leaning over he was able to place the
package on the step. Just at that mo-
ment the door opened A beautiful
young girl Of eighteen gazed strangely
at him. He dotted his cap.
II found tiny mourner yesterday
outside here, bemoaning great loss"
explained Griscom quickly, land prom
Used her new dolls head. 1t Is In
that package"
"Yes-yes- excuse me-thank
you"
Griscom regarded the young lady in
wonder. II have seen shy girls" he
soliloquized, but this young lady
beats them all. Yes, she is shy, but
lovelyI" ~
So much so, that Joyce Griscom
could not Danish the memory Of that
chance meeting. He passed the house
next morning Someone was pointing
at one of the upper windows. Abruptly
there was crash. the echo Of breaking
glass. and following 1t there floated on
the air In plaintive wailing accents the
words:
"Oh, please. come some oneI Oh, let
me outl"
Griscom rounded the house and
glanced at its upper story. At shat
.ered pane stood his little friend She
was closely hugging her precious dolly, ;
With Its new head in place, and con- s
Tulsed with tears. +
whats the trouble, little one?" he |
,alled up. Is
I'm locked inl" mourned the child. |
Sister has run over to neighbours. !
ind came up to her room to put dolly
o bed, and the door blew shut and
was scared. Please let me out, won't
rou7"
II certainly WILL" pledged Griscom,
Turning to leave the room, his eye
ell upon framed photograph on the
'ureau. 1t was draped with flags of
he allies. He stared and marveled.
my picture I" he fairly gasped. Lit
lie one" he spoke to his companion,
whose picture Is that"
"Oh. that's poor soldier down In
'exas. sister knows" came the inno- o.
ent response. "There she is now" !, -
''Nlta!" called up voice from be- 81
wv. m
I'm coming" the answer foated Al
own promptly. "You tell her." whis- =
cred the little sprite to Griscom. "She =
ont scold me before you"
Miss Wanda Beverly had been be-
'ildered when she first saw the or
'lnal of the photograph she was fair
stunned as Griscom came down the
Mrs. leading her sister BY the hand.