The Greeneville daily sun. (Greeneville, Tenn.) 1918-1920, 1918-07-06

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 of to
the local headquarters to be shipped |
to the boys at the front"
On the particular day In question,
Jean decided to 20 into the pine grove
with her knitting.
''It will be cooler there" thought |
she, "and 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.
''Not really" said Grace.
eyes, a real one" replied Jean, calm.
ly ignoring the intended sarcasm.
"And this is it. 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"
SWELL" said Jean, "rd like to put a
note inside one of the sweaters and
send it to some poor fellow over
there
"Why, Jean Wood, think that's
great" exclaimed Grace, getting into
the spirit Of the thing at once, "and 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 relgned in the
pine grove until the sweater was fn-
ished.
"Now 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
olSuCu ntl ndlLkG huu uuuISSEs
Some two months later, as the Wood
family sat at breakfast, the postman
came with the mail.
"Hello," said Mr.. Wood, as he CLAM
Ced over the pile which the letter car.
rier had handed him, "here's a very
official letter for JEAN" and he held
up blue envelope with censored"
stamped across It's face. ''It's from
France, too" he said.
"Maybe jeans got a teller In the
trenches" remarked Bobby, to no one
In particular.
Somewhere in France" It was
headed:
"Dear Jean Wood "A very lone
some soldier boy Is just one great
big Thank You Maam' to you for
the sweater, the letter and the
lucky piece. II you would only
write me once In a while, I tell
you I'd appreciate 1t. It would
seem like shaking hands with
someone from back home
"Tm sending you a souvenir in
exchange for the luck piece. It
isn't much, but made 1t while
was In the hospital here with bad
knee-so / hope you'll accept 1t
with my compliments.
II was afraid 1t might get smash
ed If / mailed 1t, so gave it to my
hPnthnR m a Lyn 10 hat
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 1t,
and then-went straight down stairs
and told the whole story to her father.
swell, little girl" said he when she
had finished. Il 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
II" which she very promptly did.
He came, that very evening" pleas
ant-voiced, very much tanned young
man, looking every inch soldier In
his well-fltting uniform, and introduc.
ing himself as DR., 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
as they shook hands, his lips said: u
am pleased to meet you," but his eyes
were far more eloquent.
II want to thank you for my brother,
Miss JEAN" said Doctor Norton, sand
to give you this"
"Thls" proved to be bird cage very
cleverly made Of thin sticks OF wood
carefully set together.
ooh, how lovely" exclaimed Jean.
Il shall hang 1t 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 smiled-and
they were friends.
Months later, when young Doctor
Norton sailed back to France to "com.
plete his bit" he, too, carried LUCKY
Piece" in his pocket. A key it was
very tiny key that Jean had given
him.
"The key to my heart" she told him
with shining eyes, as she babe him
goodbye. Keep 1t for your tails
man."
Once more the Who'd family was