Lincoln County times. (Jerome, Idaho) 1911-1919, 1918-11-28
IN FRANCE
BY FRANCES B. LiNSkT.
Copyright, 1918. by the Mcclure Newspa-
per Syndicate.)

pei 0J hoiSoeo<
Jean was knitting sweaters for the
soldiers.
Everyone must do her Bit" she said
to her admiring family, as jacket after
jacket was neatly folded and sent on to
the local headquarters to be shipped
to the "boys at the front"
On the particular day In question.
Jean decided to go into the pine grove
with her knitting.
ut will be cooler there" thought
she, land I'll call for Grace on my way.
She'll probably be glad to come with
me-"
A little later the two girls were COM
fortably seated In the pine grove, each
busy with her work.
"Grace, I've an idea," said Jean.
mot really" said Grace.
Eyes, a real one" replied Jean, calm
ly ignoring the intended sarcasm.
"And this is 1t. Haven't you ever
heard of farmers who write their
names ON eggs when they pack them
to ship to the city?"
"Why, yes" said Grace, II have, but
l don't see what that has to do with
knitting sweaters for the soldiers"
"Well," said Jean, I'D like to put
note inside one of the sweaters and
send it to some poor fellow over
there
"Why, Jean Wood, l think that's
great" exclaimed Grace, getting Into
the spirit of the thing at once, land I'll
give you my Luck Piece to put In the
letter. I've often heard that a lucky
piece has stopped a bullet"
So Jeans needles flashed back and
forth and dead silence reigned In the
pine grove until the sweater was I'm
ished.
Nov for the letter." said Jean and
with the stump of an old tree for her
writing table, she wrote:
II hope this sweater will keep you
warm, and may the lucky piece bring
good luck to 'someone-somewhere In
France" And down in the corner she
signed her name and address.
Some two months later, as the Wood
family sat at breakfast, the postman
came with the mail.
"Hello," said Mr.. Wood, as he CLAN
ced over the pile which the letter car
rier had handed him, there's a very
official letter for JEAN" and he held
up blue envelope with censored
stamped across Its face. Its from
France, too" he said.
Maybe jeans got Teller In the
trenches" remarked Bobby, to no one
In particular.
Somewhere In France" 1t was
headed:
Dear Jean Wood A very lone
some soldier boy is just one great
big Thank You Ma'am' to you for
the sweater, the letter and the
lucky piece If you would only
write me once in while, / tell
you I'd appreciate it. 1t would
seem like shaking hands with
someone from back home
I'm sending you a souvenir In
exchange for the luck piece. 1t
isn't much, but / made it while /
was in the hospital here with bad
knee-so l hope you1l accept it
with my compliments.
81 was afraid 1t might get smash
ed If l mailed it, so l gave 1t to my
brother to take to you-he's been
here on duty with the university
medical unit, but he's gone home
on furlough. You'll see him soon.
Gratefully, Max Norton"
Jean read the letter and re-read II,
and then-went straight down stairs
and told the whole story to her father.
swell, little girl" said he when she
had finished. II don't know as 1t was a
very wise thing to debut I'll see this
doctor man when he comes and until
he does there's nothing to worry
about" So plnching her cheek, he babe
her run along and tell Grace all about
It," which she very promptly did
He came, that very EVENING" pleas
ant-voiced, very much tanned young
man, looking every inch a soldier in
his well-ftting uniform, and introduc-
ing himself as DIR. Robert Norton, he
explained his errand to Mr.. Wood, and
asked for Jean.
Jean came forward, looking so sweet
and girlish In her embarrassment, that
ashley shook hands, his lips said: 81
am pleased to meet you," but his eyes
were far more eloquent.
Il want to thank you for my brother,
Miss JEAN" said Doctor Norton, "and
to give you this"
"This" proved to be bird cage very
cleverly made Of thin sticks of wood
carefully set together.
"Oh, how lovely" exclaimed Jean.
Il shall hang it on a tree down In the
pine grove as a reminder-of-"My
Great Adventure" and, feeling her Wis.
itor's eyes upon her, she looked up and
straight into them and smilAd--arA