The patriot. (Glenmora, La.) 1918-1955, 1918-11-08
Observation-Disclosures,
THE SOLUTION
. . . Q . . . . . .
BY AGNES G. BRoGAN.

her side. She held up the purse, look
ing questioningly toward those about,
but it was evident that the lost peck
etbook was neither the property of the
fat gentleman upon the opposite cross
seat, or the woman near by.
"a soldier got out of that seat just
before you came in,'' the woman whis-
pered, probably he left it there"
Before placing the purse in the
hands of the conductor, Kathleen de-
cided to examine it's interior for clue
of ownership. Besides q small roll
of bills, she noticed in a separate
compartment several folded papers.
These contained no desired informal
ton; but as she opened the last sheet
Of smooth, unwritten paper, Kathleen
easped in surprise, for looking out
at her from its protection was very
lifelike picture-of herself. And the
remarkable thing about this picture
was that she had had but one copy
made from large photograph which
was her own-in order to send it to a.
fer-away aunt.
To enter Kathleen's sitting room,
divided by doors from the city
boarding house parlor, was like enter
ing a beautiful fiower-garden at the
end of dreary road. In Kathleen's
room all was soft rose colored light,
and inviting comfort.
"After ALL" she told herself, zone
lives upon the inside, and not the
outside" So, this evening of the
finding Of the pocketbook, Nora, the
housemaid, met her In the hall. And
because her excited spirit must have
a cOnfidant, into Nora's ears Kathleen
poured her tale Of adventure.
81 shall advertise the purse tomor-
row, Nora" she said. But the follow
ing evening 1t was Nora, who burst ex-
citedly into Kathleen's room.
Violently she slapped a newspaper
down on the table.
"Read that" she demanded, point
ing to the Lost column. And there
Enthusiastically was plea for the re-
turn of the purse Kathleen had found.
Suitable reward to finder" the adj
sertisement ended. Kathleen spent
much time in the wording Of her re-
Spouse. 1t was necessary that the
owner must call to identify his prop
erty; also necessary that he describe
contents before claiming. And how
was she to stand there before strange
man, while he described to her the
appearance of her own photograph and
his strange wish for is possession?
'I1l tell you" suggested Nora, "just
leave the whole thing to me. I'll open
the door when he calls; then TIL tell
him the picture was of a friend o.
mine. an find out about it before I
Civ him the purse. You won't have
to see him at ALL"
"Very WELL" Kathleen assented
doubtfully.
When, therefore, Nora went one eve
ming to answer the summons Of the
door bell, palpitatingly Kathleen lin
gered behind the closed door of her
sitting room. Distinctly she heard a
mans tread following Morals shut
fling one into the stiff parlor. His
voice had pleasing sound.
"So you found the purse?" he said,
and proceeded in detail to describe its
contents. Shamelessly Kathleen lis
tened. sand" he said abruptly, "the
photograph Of young woman"
"What sort Of 1ookin' young woman,
now?" asked Nora.
'aThe sort Of face" he unused,
which would make a man believe In /
all the good of'the world. True, steady
eyes"
"The queer part of It," said Nora,
sig that the girls a friend o. mine.
An we've been wonderin' how you
come by her peter"
"A friend Of yoursi" repeated the
nan. Astonishment spoke in every
word. 81 owe your friend an apology,
then" he went on. .I'm afraid my
pct and my motive both will be hard
t. explain. You see, I was down at
the photographers here one day, hav.
Ing my picture taken before starting
overseas, and-I wasn't feeling very
Happy at Tic tiAiCs 40Ci dIt at OlE0
this girls face looked up at me from
D counter full of photographs, the
very eyes seemed speaking Of cour-
age and smiling bravely.
"Who is it?' I asked Of my friend |
he photographer. But he evaded the
question.
'That picture was copied from a
Drge one which / made for the SIT
err" he said, ut was not satisfactory |
o me, 50 kept 1t and gave her a bet.
ef one"
,. THAT picture is my mascot said
I'm going to carry 1t through |
he wars and he laughed, making |
10 objection The soldier paused. /
rLen sigh came quivering from the |
yirl behind the closed doors. .And |
t went with me,' he continued, even
through that last. awful time. I'm |
lcme now recovering from the wound.
But it's going to be slow. You win |
ell your friend all this, please, and
ell her. too, that her face never
'eased to be my inspiration. When It
vas hard-those eyes Of hers seemed |
o understand"
Then Kathleen threw wide the door,
he understanding eyes were bright
With tears, and the wounded man
tGred unbelieving.
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