Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1918-07-27

BY Myra, I'll be lnte for lunch, but
If you get hungry don't wait, Molly
won't mind warming mine over"
Myra, comfortably settled In the
easiest cheir of the sitting room lazily
waved a slim white hand to her
mothers CHEEKY good-hy, and turning
toward the window watched the lively
little body cross the street and join
several other dear mother people on
the corner. Myra laughed scornfully.
I'm surprised Mt mother; such a
motley crowd, tall, short, fat, lean,
rich and poor"
Myra, however. failed to take note
Of the one connecting link among the
women, Each one carried huge sew
Ing bag and everyone from old Mrs.
McCanc's worn brown lining mon
strosity 10 the wealthy Mrs Van
Eatou's creation of satin and ribbon
was overlooking with its burden Of
brown and gray yarn and partially
finished garments for Uncle Sans
soldier boys.
Myra yGwned and turned lazIly to
book in her lap, hut somehow she
could not get interested. A coming
party was uppermost in her mind and
she was having rosy visions Of her
self in the new satin gown which she
had ordered Just that morning. She
was wondering if she could get slippers
to match the delicate hue Of her dress
material and if she had better have
her hair done by hair dresser or trust
to her own nimble fingers to get just
the correct amount of wave into the
glossy strands of bronze Pleasant
reyeries We're interrupted by the in
sistcnt peal Of the telephone hell.
Her eager greeting of her dearest
chum was cut short in Mortified dis
may.
cut out the party? Surely, you
must be mistaken. Dora--why I or
dered my dress today. On account Of
the war? My soul This old war makes
me tired. ! don't see what this country
got into ii for, anyhow. I wish 10
goodness I lived in IA warless age
What's that-make comfort
bags instead Of dance? Wen, of all
the nonsense No, l won't help. 1t
makes me tired. No, l said. Dora.
by"
Myra returned to her easy chair,
pouting drcadfully. She caught MP the
book she had tried to read and flung
1t to n far corner of the library table.
Her childish spite thus appeased, she
Flumped down into the luXuriant
depths of the chair and sulIled herself
to sleep
Her brother awakened her later by
tlinging the morning newspaper into
her lap. Niyra turned laztly to the
woman's page and read the fashion
talk first. Then she skinned the love
lorn letters and read the next chapter
IN 81 thrilling serial Of love and ad-
venture. That digestcd she turned in
q bored fashion to the jokes.
one 0r two rather scandalous head
lines caught her eye, hut ms far as the
remainder of the piper was concerned
# might iUct as well have been blank
Her brother finally turned wlstful
eyes toward the feminine heap in the
easy chair.
awful, isn't tn" he inquired gium-
~
Myra surveyed him lazlly. whats
awful. Bob?"
"Didn't you read the war newsT' he
asked sharply.
Che rrtyufo1 tn TfooY,cfs
81 should say not; l hear enough Of
the old war Why, just think, Bob.
they've postponed our club party on
account of the war, and l ordered my
dress"
"Myral :"
There was new note In her broth
er's voice. She glanced up quickly.
and the expression on his face made
her get slowly 10 her feet, her eyes
wide and questioning.
Don't you dare talk like that" he
continued, huskily. IAN old party
md real men dying for their country
snd for right. Read that"
Mechanically she took the sheet he
held out to her and glanced over 1t
CarelesSly, as though a curSory look
would reveal the cause Of his pertur
baton 'Do you mean this Bobf Why.
It's only a list Of the casualties" she
said. rcprovingly, MS though such a list
could be Of no special interest to them.
"Onlyl Eead 'em, ] said"
Dumfounded. she read them down
Suddenly she stlffened, pecred closer at
the printed sheet and then turned in Il
bewlldered fashion to her brother.
1T can't be he. Rob; why, Pert was
only n boy--just boyle can't be
dead"
1T Is true. He was only a boy, but
h died for his country, while you
hate to give up an old party"
She did not heed the reproof. Star
Ing at the familiar name. she was bark
ing back over the year 10 their high
school days. Albert Blake had gradu-
ated in her class, just barely acquir-
ing the necessary points to let him
pass out into the world with a diploma.
Back over the years she slipped. In
the grammar grades he was big, over
grown tease. Too silly to be really