The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1918-12-28
THE DREAM GIRL
By LOUISE OLIVER.
1915, by the Mcclure NewsDa
per Syndicate.)

When the car gave lurch which
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 sentimentalist. He was
not given to dreaming at an-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 a dozen fellows bending over him
listening in"
"Sweetheart!' One grinning soul
had Knocked. 'Dee-ar little sweet
| hearti Oh, mammal!
Don't worry, darling. How can
get killed when you're waiting for
| me-" sang another, waving his arms
| and dancing around on one leg.
"You devils!" cried Jack, springing
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 it any wonder that he
| was too paraIyzed with amazement to
| make the apology he had begun, and
J. colored like girl under his tan? His
| eyes held hers for quite several sec
i onds before he remembered. Il beg
your pardon" he said, his hand to
his cap. 81 hope didn't hurt you"
Il 1T UxyOpr
i Its too bad woman has to stand"
declared Jack. eff you say SO I'll pick
up anybody you choose, and you may
have his seat"
"No, thank you. I 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.
u The car stopped 81 get OF here, "
, she said.
"Why, so do L" He aHghted first
and turned to help her off. He could
; do no less-could he?
| 'Tm going shopping" she explained.
|, His face fell ooh. had hoped that
you were going somewhere that
t might-that l could perhaps be OF
5 help"
"Well, you can. If you really want
to be useful, stay by me and I'll find
r plenty for you to do before the after
: moons over"
"Pm yours forever" he cried hap
PLY.
t 81 don't want you forever" she said
$ 'But can make good use OF you thus
:, afternoon. I need some one to hell
a me with my family"
IL "Your fapily!"
2 "Don't look so Mortified. I'm no
d the mother of ten, nor the wife OF any
body at all. You see, I've been trying
to hunt up families of drafted soldier
+ who need help. There are people to-
+ proud to ask for aid. Take tn
: Caseys I've just discovered.
you're a sort of good Samaritan
). said Jack, admiringly.
FL mo, I'm not. Don't call me that,
) she denied impatiently, turning int
a big department store. I'm going t
get them few things they neet
" though, and as deliveries are slow 20
= may help carry if you wish"
id And so Jack and the girl arrived
l. Casey's, laden like caravan camels.
:: "Now, you tell Mr.. Casey fe'
5: funny stories to cheer him up" sal
M the girl, awhile I make hot poultic
and put things in the kitchen
| rights"
e. So Lieutenant Jack and the dreal
isl girl stayed all afternoon at the Caseys
& BY five o'clock the little house was
order, dinner ready, and a neighbt
installed to serve 1t.
al "Can't call a taxicabr' asked JAG
is when they were ready to depart. 'Tl
e. cars are so crowded now"
es "No." she refused. II either wa
to or use street cars everywhere
nd now. War timesr' she reminded.
is "But you spent fortune on tho
to people this afternoon"
"Thats it, don't you see. sa'
where can. It's q little game Of n
We OWL"
m When he put her on the car, 81
&c held out her hand. "Thank you.
a SO much, for all you've done toda
rel Perhaps another day may ask 20
ay assistance. But you see don't knt
he yet who you are"
,as He gave her a card. 'Tm or
as home another week." he said. ma
it. soon, won't you? But won't y
tell me your name, now?"
he "And isn't 1t funny" she said tel
mt ingly, after a seconds hesitation,
,ra haven't any. Just call me the Dres
nd Girl
RS. That night Jack was going O,
ala some sport things he was packi
ZEN away, and unfolded an old newspaI
m full of fish hooks, reels and flies,
IN had brought home in the spring fr'
nv q fishing trip. And there was 1
,asI page picture of the Dream Girl!
OIL understood it now. His brain had
manufactured her. He had seen
in the paper and his subconscious
ere had retained the impression
of "Miss Dorothy Armor. daughter
Mt Frank Hamilton Armor, capitalist q