Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1917-12-16

the crowd. So l shall go straight to-
ward the colors of my lady. and We
shall look into each others eyes.
Madame--and all the godmothers of
this war--you don't know with what
courage one supports the sufferings and
dangers of the trenches when one
knows that woman is watching over
one in thought The ladies' of France
while the warriors of France have once
more donned their helmets. Believe me.
the desire to fight for a woman--re-
spectful1y, as it is done on the stained
glass of a church windows the true
basis Of the institution of wartime
godmothers. You can always set Carl
cature alongside portrait. And the
purest profile can cast on the wall
grotesque shadow.
Godmother, | do not know you yet.
Still, have seen you, since / have seen
your soul. Listen to me. You have
never in your letters wished TO allow
old. beautiful or homely. But there
will be no establishment for me,
whatever your appearance. For if you
are old, you shall be the mother | no
longer possess If. you are young, you
shall be the wife whom ! have lost. If
you are an old maid. YOU shall be the
sister have never had.
Behold, your malice is in this fash
ion completely disarmed. You will not
see in me the figure, disappointed or
triumphant, which you wished to see.
At the stage at which are your
physical appearance has no very great
Importance for me. That will be Just
the affair of first look The surprise
over, we shall take up our correspond
ence where we left it off in our letters:
and all will be Well.
Geo had only time enough to put the
letter back into her bag The cab
pulled up before the station-an ant
hill painted a faint war blue. The
haste with which she dismounted paid
hon int
swarming main halls left her no time
to think. in these wartime stations
there is an atmosphere of excitement
which affects the most easy going
Even they seem to catch the spirit of
the hard-pressed. straining locomo-
t1ves- Geo was not late. Nevertheless
she started to run, because she felt
compelled. like the others, to drive into
the throng, even at the risk of having
her hat almost jostled off her head.
Before the exit gate from the train
shed she stopped. ana, with beating
heart. wormed her way into the group
covered her seif-possession, and her
first act was to look al the red rose
which she wore in her corsage
His signal! Suddenly she lifted the
rose above her head. a splash of Grim
son color at the end of the. long stem.
just as If 1t was her own heart lifted
up there on the tip of tall staff The
thought brought weak smile to her
npS,
He expects almost anything. But
he never expected this
In an obscure way she was jealous
of herself since her husband wished to
love her merely. in her quality of an
unknown.
anyhow. he says that my personal
appearance is of no consequence Then
he is not ready to fall in love in the
true sense. And l have no reason to
be jealous"
sharp kissing of escaping steam
rising from the depths below startled
her. Her whole being cried out, He is
coming"
And as the mass of arriving passen-
gers hove into sight, at the first appear
ance of horizon blue uniform she
raised her right arm and balanced her
rose. For second she felt an Impulse
to lower it and to disappear forever
But she had no time to yield to her hes
itatfons. She saw her husband
The same as ever, though looking