The L'Anse sentinel., 1918-12-27
HER DREAM
BY MISS ETHEL M. FARMER.

Eleanor Chase addressed this re-
mark to the steaming loaves of dark
bread as she carefully removed them
from the oven, Then very critically
she surveyed the results of her morn
ing's labor--three "rye-crusted" apple
4 pies. a dark. plain cake and an old
fashioned Indian pudding, besides the
three loaves of oatmeal bread.
| II certainly have made the 'snbsti-
| tutes' work to advantage this morn.
ing" she laughed. "Now I deserve a
little rest in the cool hammock out
under the trees!"
Eleanor did not realize that she
was tired, but only knew that the
soft, roomy hammock was decided
contrast'to to the hot kitchen, where she
had spent morning wondering ana
planning over her cooking.
"Oh, dear" she sighed, II wish that
/ could do something. wish that
were Joan of Arc, or Florence Night
ingale. or my brotherw
The galloplng of a horse broke the
stiffness around her.
With surprise and admiration FL
eanor gazed at the rider. Joan OF
Arc /" she half whispered.
The woman caught the whisper and
smiled.
Yes. l am the Joan Of Arc Of to-
day"
"what do you mean?" Eleanor
asked. I
II mean that am trying to do as
much for my country as she did for
hers, but this great change will need
every woman in the country In the
army! Do you want to join?"
"Of course, but how?"
The rider patted the smooth neck OF
the now prancing horse while she an
swered the questioner.
''The same old story but a hard one.
If we will conserve the food. our boys
will gladly fight to the end"
Eleanor's face lighted. II already
belong to that army. but will fight
harder than ever!"
The rider smiled as the horse gal
loped away in the distance.
No sooner had they disappeared than
a tall, white-clad nurse stood In their
place. The soft, white costume with
the Red Cross emblem on the arm and
cap seemed very suitable for this
handsome woman with pleasant eyes.
81 am Florence Nightingale and 1
heard your wish." she said.
Eleanor's eyes frightened.
81 am so glad; l want to really do
something. / wish that could
| nursew
"You can do something the
stranger answered. "We cannot all
be nurses. any more than we can all
fight; but those who can and are
over there can do little without money.
You can help more than you think by
helping to supply their needs.
Before Eleanor could thank this
brave woman she had disappeared.
and soldier stood in her place. The
once trim uniform was torn ana
muddy, but his shoulders were straight
and his bandaged head erect. In his
eyes there was new look-a look or
manhood and victory.
Eleanor looked with surprise and
Joy into the face of her brother.
"Danw she cried.
| He sat down beside her in the ham.
mock and they both looked at the
Service flag"
$50 you want a star in thatF he
asked at last.
She nodded assent.
"Well,' little sister, I heard your
wish. know how you feel, but you
have q big business to do here. We
will gladly do the fighting IL you can
keep things going here. Keep us fell
lows posted on the home news and do
not forget us and we will do the
rest !"
She put out her hand to smooth his
torn coat, but he was not there! she
was alone in the hammock Her cries
of Dan! Danl" were frutless.
with cry she jumped to her feet
and rubbed her eyes. 1t had all been
n dream after ALL Yet 1t was such a
real dream that she could not for
get It.
When she discovered the letters to
her brother lying unmailed on the
polished parlor table she Immediately
started for the little village post office.
81 wonder what can do to really
help?" she asked herself. as she wan
dered along the quiet road.
T simpi "annot do that" she tried
to assure nerself. "Why can't some
one else do it? Now there Is Doro-
thy and Bernice and oh, well. plenty
of others who have more time than !.
really can't" she ended feebly.
The white-clad nurse seemed to be
looking at her accusingly and saying
"Remember II is money that they need
and everyone must help"
Eleanor deposited the letters In the
little office and went on up the road
A stout, yet very energetic man, an
swered the quick ring Of the doorbell,
When he saw the caller there his fat
face lighted up with smile.
"Hello. Eleanor" he shouted cheer
fully, $50 you have decided to be chair
man Of the canvassers for War Saw.
ings stamps for the town."
ayes. II you still want me-" she an