The Green Forest tribune., 1918-03-08
THE WAR SERVICE
IJIO, Dy lIIV NCOIUIy 1NUW
 per Syndicate.)
By MELVIN STEVENS.

Copyright, 1918, by the Mcclure Newspa-
 per Syndicate)
 It was late spring in the mountains, and Dud Embury was gazing question fngly into the clear blue eyes of Doris Baldwin. They didn't know each other very long; only for two weeks, to be exact, but both were graduates of the same college, which makes all the diff ference in the world.
 Its just as if we had known each other for four years," the man ex- plained. "So want you to treat me as one of your oldest friends"
 That had been two weeks ago, when Dud had arrived at the Smith farm house for a brief rest from business worries. It was just coincidence that Doris happened to be the village school teacher, but the new arrival consid- cred it about the luckiest thing that ever happened to him. For Doris eyes were like the October sky on a cloudless day, and her lips matched the petals of a crimson rose. She had only been out of college year.
 Their two weeks together had flown on enchanted wings, and the time had finally come when it was necessary for Dud to go back to the city again. So he looked into the depths of the girls eyes and became suddenly brave.
 q love you" he said.
 He had always thought that when he spoke those words, the girl to whom they were directed would open her arms and smile at him. But Doris did no such thing. Instead, she dropped her eyes and traced an aimless pattern on the floor of the porch. The man could not see that her heart was wild with the joy of his confession; that her whole being quivered for the touch of him. He only knew that she did not come to him at once; and because his knowledge of girls was limited, he i'm agined that she did not care.
 So, very quietly, he turned away from her and hurried upstairs to his room.
 He went away the next day while she was making a mockery of her geo. lCSSOh anu lOl endless month he ate his heart out for her and then, when he could not stand it an hour longer, he wrote her let ter, telling again of his love and asking her if she could ever care for him. But in week the letter came back with the announcement that Miss Doris Baldwin had gone from Noun tainville and had left no address.
 And then, having found business suddenly uninteresting, he applied for admission into the first series of off. cers' training camps and was admitted to Plattsburg early in the summer.
 In the course of three months he was graduated with a captains com. mission and was assigned to Camp Dix, N. J. Then it was that he heard about the war service bureau of Glen wood college. The bureau was estab. lished by classmate of his who was unable to fight because of physica. defects and who had decided to devote his time to the Glenwood men who had entered the service of the nation Every week he sent a letter to the alumni and students of the college ir the camps telling them of the campus meetings, the football games, and all other gossip. He offered to answer all questions about Glenwood men in serv. ice, sent sweaters and socks which the ladies of the faculty knitted, and did hundred and one things to make easier hn dOx nP ,bo ho1 the nations call.
 Dud enjoyed the letters immensely i; and one time in the late fall, wher he happened to be in the college town he dropped into the office of the wal bureau. Jim Handy, the director greeted him cordially.
 ''Even the co-eds are doing things he said enthusiastically.
 'Who are they, and what are they doing?" asked Dud.
 "Oh, lots of things. There's Doris Baldwin, for instance. She has charge"
 There's who?
 Dud's eyes were popping out of his head and his hand had gripped the wrist of his classmate convulsively The director of the bureau looked al him wonderingly.
 And you mean to say you know where she is2''
 "Of course do."
 Dud rose suddenly from his chair and clapped the astonished Jim Handy resoundingly on the shoulder.
 "Jim," he announced jubilantly, '1 thought your war service bureau was pretty good thing before, but now l know it's the greatest thing ever in. vented. Where is she?"
 q suppose you mean Doris," Jim an. swered. 'If you do, she's one of the ladies in charge of the Hostess house at Camp Dix. Where are you going?'
 Jim was already half way to the door.
 There's train for camp which leaves this town in just five minutes,'