The Press., 1918-10-24

months each summer for the last ten years. ti was moi for her to let g stranger rnut her now.
 "YOu're a soldier, urep't YOu?" she asked.
 'T have the honor"
 You belong to that machlne-gur battalion across the lake. don't yOu?"
 "Yes."
 "Perhaps then you can tell me what became of my dog"
 Laura took a piece of chocolate and then looked him steadily in the eye 4s impressively as a decidedly ObliQue eight feet would permit. Authority should never have to look ID: More over, when Laura looked up with hel chin tilted back. and the sunlight dane ing in little spurts of flame on hel hair. she looked more like a model O1 hope than anything else. Whatever il was, the young man quite refused tC be terrified, although he almost forgot to answer, hut for different reason
 Your dog! What kind of dOg?"
 "A Cafrn. Not very big, white witt brown spots. short hair"
 "A Cairn," he said thOughtfully !'Let me see. It would be pretty hard to tell We have dogs and dogs and then some you see: All camps have It's a sort of Mecca-seems to draw lem like a magnet"
 q don't suppose there are many like Laddie," she remarked. fDad gave him to me for my birthday, and as I had my choice of him Or another row O1 pears for my pearl collar, you see what I've lost. Besides he was q splendid companion, such q good swim mer. Win you look when you go back and see If there Is dog of his de scriptIon in camp?"
 'T certainly will. But how can lei you know If 1 find him?"
 II come here every day" she an. swered. ''lf you could bring him here.''
 II might manage it." he said slowly ''Rut what if miss yOu?"
 Laura was thoughtful. She was about to say. "rhen come to the house won't you?" But she decided it would he difficult to entertaiR an unknown soldier should he present himself there. Her mother would he sure to fuss, too. That was one thing about soldiers. they all looked alike, but dear knows who they were!
 :Oh. l think we'll manage to meet here.' she said. <! always come at this time"
 "All right. Tomorrow then" he said. q must go back now. Good-by," and diving into the deep water on the other side of the rock, he was gone.
 The next day as usual. Laura pa.l- dled into the cove. And there was her SoldleP with a dog.
 Mercy! That's not my dog" she cried. "That looks more like an ant eater than dog"
 Il hardly thought It was" he an- swered. cFestfallen. "Bqt 1t was the only one l could catch. Perhaps I'll have better luck tomorrow"
 As usual, Laura had brought along some magazines and some candy. She offered him some of the sweets with an apology. "I don't approve of candy nowadays. But the boys insist on sending 1t 10 me from town. I've finally made them stop, but I have an accumulation of about fifty pounds. Some day. if l can get permission, I'm going over to your camp and distribute the whole thing"
 "That will be splendid" he cried with enthusiasm. Not the candy so much as the visit. There's nothing cheers the boys m so much as a-a," he was going to say pretty girl. "As a nice looking young woman" he fin- ished. But I must go now. You see. I haven't much time to call my own. I'll try and bring your dog tomorrow"
 But the next day it was the same thing. No Laddie! Instead fox ter rter, which parked necessarily. --