American Falls press. [volume] (American Falls, Idaho) 1907-1937, 1918-08-27
THE DREAM GIRL
BY LOUISE OLIVER.
Copyright, 1918. by the Mcclure Newspa-
per Syndicate.)

sent Jack with great force against
some one behind him, and he turned
to apologize, he almost lost his breath
with surprise. For there smiling with
amusement was the girl he had been
dreaming about.
Jack was no se~ntlmentalist. He was
not given to dreaming at all-much.
Only this girl had got into his head
some way, how, he couldn't have told,
and he took to dreaming about her.
One night at training camp he had
awakened suddenly In the barracks to
find q dozen fellows bending over him
listening In"
Sweetheart I" One grlnning soul
had Knocked. "Dee-ar little sweet
heartl oh, mammal
"Don't worry, darling. How a l
get killed when you're waiting for
me-" sang another, waving his arms
and dancing around on n leg.
you devilsl p cried Jack, s~pringing
up. OF the dozen men In his bar
racks, he was probably the only one
who didn't have a real sweetheart.
SO now was 1t any wonder that he
was too paralyzed with amazement to
make the apology he had begun, and
colored like a girl under his tan? His
eyes held hers for quite several sec
onds before he remembered. 81 beg
your pardon" he said, his hand to
his cap. 81 hope l didn't hurt you"
mo-" she said kindly, "you didn't"
Its too bad a woman has to stand"
declared Jack. "If you say so I'll pick
up anybody you choose, and you may
have his seat"
mo, thank you. / like to stand"
Good" said Jack. I'm with you.
Only soldiers, you see, get the habit"
"And I'm trying to get the habit,
too" She still smiled.
The car stopped. 81 get off here"
she said.
"Why. so do l." He allghted first
and turned to help her off. He could
do no less-could he?
'Tm going shopping" she explained.
His face fell. "Oh, 1 had hoped that
you were going somewhere that I
mlght-that l could perhaps be Of
help"
"Well you can. If you really want
to be useful, stay by me and I'll find
plenty for you to do before the after
Moons over"
"Tm yours forever" he cried hap
PLY.
Il don't want you forever" she said.
"But l can make good use of you this
afternoon. 1 need some one to help
me with my family"
"Your family 7"
Don't look so Mortified. I'm not
the mother Of ten, nor the wife Of any
body at all. You see, I've been trying
to hunt up families Of drafted soldiers
who need help. There are people too
proud to ask for aid. Take the
Caseys I've just discovered.
you're a sort of good Samaritan"
said Jack, admlringly.
"No, I'm not. Don't call me that"
she denied impatiently, turning into
n big department store. I'm going to
get them a few things they need,
though, and as deliveries are slow you
may help carry if you WISH"
And so Jack and the girl arrived at
Casey's, laden like caravan camels.
Nov. you tell Mr.. Casey a few
funny stories to cheer him up" said
the girl, while l make a hot pOultlce,
and put things in the kitchen to
rights"
SO Lieutenant Jack and the dream
girl stayed all afternoon at the Caseys'.
BY five o'clock the little house was in
order, dinner ready, and a neighbor
installed to serve 1t.
Cant l call a taxicab? 2" asked Jack,
when they were ready to depart. 1.-THE
cars are so crowded now"
mo" she refused. II either walk
or use street cars everywhere 1 go
now. War times p she reminded.
"But you spent a fortune on those
people this afternoon"
That's 1t, don't you see. l save
where l can. It's a little game Of my
own"
When he put her on the car, she
held out her hand. THANK you, oh
so much. for all you've done today.
Perhaps another day l nay ask your
assistance. But you see l don't know
yet who you are"
He gave her Il card. I'm only
home another week" he said. make
1t soon, won't you? But won't you
tell me your name, nOw?"
"And isn't it funny" she said teas
ingly. after a seconds hesitation. 81
haven't any. Just call me the Dream
Girl"
That night Jack was going over
some sport things he was packing
away, and unfolded an old newspaper
full Of fish hooks, reels and flies, he
had brought home in the spring from
a fishing trip. And there was a full
page picture OF the Dream Girl He
understood it now. His brain had not
manufactured her. He had seen her
in the paper and his subconsclous self