The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1918-10-31
THE DREAM GIRL
By LOUISE OLIVER.
Copyright, 1918, by the Mcclure Newspa
per Syndicate.)

When the car gave a Iurch 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 all-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.'
"Sweethearti' One grinning soul
had Knocked. ''Dee-ar little sweet
heart! Oh, mamma 7"
Don't worry, darling. How can I
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 real sweetheart.
SO now was it any wonder that he
was too paralyzed with amazement to
make the apology he had begun, and
colored like a girl under his tan? His
eyes held hers for quite several sec
onds before he remembered. Il beg
your pardon" he said, his hand to
his cap. Il hope / didn't hurt YOU
NO." she said kindly, you didn't"
Its too bad a woman has to stand"
declared Jack. "If you say so I'll pick
up anybody you choose, and you may
have his seat"
mo, thank you 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.
The car stopped. Il get off here"
she said.
"Why, so do l." He alighted 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 I
might-that 1 could perhaps be of
help"
"Well, you can. If you really want
to be useful, stay by me and I'll find
plenty for you to do before the after
Moons over"
I'm yours forever" he cried hap
PLY.
II don't want you forever" she said.
"But can make good use Of you this
afternoon. I need some one to help
me with my family"
"Your family"
''Don't look so Mortified. I'm not
the mother Of ten, nor the wife Of any
| body at all. You see, I've been trying
! to hunt up families of drafted soldiers
who need help. There are people too
proud to ask for aid. Take the
Caseys I've just discovered.
you're a sort of good Samaritan"
| said Jack, admiringly.
"No, I'm not. Don't call me that,
| she denied impatiently, turning into
| big department store. I'm going to
get them a few things they need,
though, and as deliveries are slow you
may help carry if you wish"
And so Jack and the girl arrived at
| Casey's, laden like caravan camels.
"Now, you tell Mr.. Casey a few
! funny stories to cheer him up" said
the girl, while make a hot poultice,
and put things in the kitchen to
rights
SO Lieutenant Jack and the dream
| girl stayed all afternoon at the Caseys'.
| BY five o'clock the little house was in
order, dinner ready, and neighbor
| Installed to serve it.
| Cant 1 call taxicab?" asked Jack,
when they were ready to depart. 'The
cars are so crowded now"
NO" she. refused. 81 either walk
| or use street cars everywhere I go
now. War times!' she reminded.
| But you spent fortune on those
people this afternoon"
"That's it, don't you see. / save
where I can. It's little game Of my
OWL"
When he put her on the car, she
| held out her hand. "Thank you, oh
so much, for all you've done today
Perhaps another day I may ask your
assistance. But you see I don't know
yet who you are"
He gave her a card. 'Tm only
home another week." he said. MAKE
| it soon, won't you? But won't you
1-tell me your name, nowT'
| "And isn't it funny" she said teas.
| ingly, after a seconds hesitation, 81
haven't any. Just call me the Dream
F, Girl"
That night Jack was going over
some sport things he was packing
away, and unfolded an old newspaper
full of fish hooks, reels and flies, he
had brought home in the spring from
a fishing trip. And there was full
page picture of the Dream Girl He
understood it now. His brain had not
manufactured her. He had seen hel
in the paper and his subconscious self
had retained the impression.
Miss Dorothy Armor, daughter OF
Frank Hamilton Armor, capitalist and
philanthropist," ran the note under
meath. Richest girl in the city does
! uor work and won't uSa motor 20 re