The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1917-06-08

BY OLIVER GRAY.

OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES 1AoAc4HA2AsNsA2AsA4>4AN
John Salisbury Oliver put down the
evening paper folded to the closing
stock quotations and took out his
He had dinner engagement
and 1t was time to dress. Ordinarily
he would have been bored, for the fine
edge of his spirit had been wearing
dull of late ut all affairs of the sort.
He had wearied of cajoling and flat
ters, for, having made up his mind at |
twenty that he was going to be rich, !
and deciding never TO marry until he |
was, he had spent almost half of his |
life In peaceful solitude. And having |
made good his decision of getting rich
easily understand his popularity now.
This particular evening, however,
was different. He was playing new
game, and the game was this: He had
decided to marry at last. 1t seemed
that the office was running without
him these days. And so In his lone
illness 1t occurred to him to travel. And
the thought of travel suggested a COM
panion, and companionship suggested
marriage, and marriage Of course, de-
manded woman. That was the new
game-to find the person he would
choose for his wife.
1t all sounds much more simple
than 1t was, for John had an ideal. Not
an airy-fairy, fade-as-you-touch ideal,
but real one. He wanted someone as
nearly as possible like Peggy Mcclure,
the merry, teasing little companion Of
his boyhood.
He rang for Clemens to come and
lay out his things, equalize the shower
to 70 and arrange articles for shaving.
The real ceremony of barbering and
dressing he attended to himself.
Clemens came in. I'm just wonder
Ing, sir" he said, appearing with box
under his arm, "if there hasn't been a
mistake, sir. These things came from
the tailor's an hour ago and there's
nothing but those two overcoats you
discarded while ago."
1.-THE dickensl"
"That's what I think, sir. remem-
Der you laid out three Of your best
suits to be pressed. put them In q
box and told Della to give them to the
tailor's boy. This Is what came back
sir"
1.-TWO overcoats, you say. Why,
know now l promised Mrs. Wilson
to send some warm things to the dis
pensary, and on your day Off I gave
them to the boy who would call. EVIL
IDENTIFY they have got mixed. My three
new perfectly good spring suits arr
probably making some poor fellow mis-
cradle In the fresh-air camp, while m.
tailor is evidently In despair at havin
q customer who wears overcoats
year out Of date. What shall / dc
Clemens?'
Cant you call the lady, sir?"
eyes, can do that. But I think II
go instead They're open oil evening
aren't they"
II should say all the time, sir, 70
work like that"
$50 should /, Clemens. It's funny
, Isn't it, that the suits / ordered 70
travelling should go travelling withou
me. I wonder where they are. L
like to find them, it's such nuisanc
to be fitted for others"
The lights of the dispensary wer
still showing brightly as his limousin
drew up to the curb. Inside In tn
waiting room q woman was takln
. down names and addresses of peopl
on cards. 1t was to her that job
: made his appeal.
eff you wait I'll get the nurse VIII
takes charge. She's likely to kno
about your box" And going into al
: other room she returned with pc
= son whose features were complete
!, hidden by an antiseptic mask viii
like her cap, apron and the rest Of h
: immaculate uniform.
!, IT remember the. Clothes" she sa
q they appeared to be so new. Thu
q haven't been sent out yet They a.
up In the supply room. But If "
a have the overcoats with you, l kno
= where one is needed right away.
q cannot tell you the number, but I CT
n take you there II you have time
a wait. I'm off duty In ten minutes. TT
r man goes away early in the morning
f. So John sat down and waited al
y. then went out to ask the chauffe
,. something about the new car. TIL
ia the nurse came out dressed for t
u street and John held the door open I
"a her to get in.
a. TITS West Fortieth street, ne
y Tenth avenue" she said, settling ba
n into the seat.
N And John, repeating the addre
20 got In also and shut the door. Tn
~ suddenly the street light caught t
CLINT of strand Of hair, silver viii
waving softly over the little nurs
=. ear, and John, STOPPING, looked for t
40 the first time fully into her face.
70 "Peggy," he cried. II might KIN
N I'd find you on an errand of mer'
- Thank heaven, I've found you'll l ca
!. not believe you're real"
~ you've taken long time hunti
~ john" softly.
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