Missouri Valley times. [volume] (Missouri Valley, Iowa) 1874-1931, 1918-08-15
The DREAM GIRL
o. LOUISE oLIvsR.
(ooo01iSht 1Sls. BY the NcClurs NeWspa.
per Syndicate.)

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When the car gave q 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 all-much.
Only thb 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 dozen fellows bending over him
listening In"
Sweetheart One grinning soul
had Knocked. "Dee-ar little sweet
heart! oh. mammal"
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 1t any wonder that he
was too paralyzed with amazement to
make the apology he had begun, and
colored like girl under his tan? His
eyes held hers for quite several Sec
0nds before he remembered. II beg
your pardon" he said, his hand to
his cap. II hope didn't hurt YOU"
mo-" she. said kindly. you didn't"
ITS too bad 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. II 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?
I'm going shopping" she explained.
His face fell. ooh. had hoped that
you were going somewhere that I
might-that could perhaps be Of
help"
"Well, you cnn./ II 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.
81 don't want you forever" she said.
"But 1 can make good use of you tins
afternoon. / 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 ali. You see, Eve 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, admirtngly.
"No, I'm not. Don't call me that"
she denied fmpatiently, turning into
q big department store. 'I'm going to
get them 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 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 a neighbol
Installed to serve 1t.
Cant I call taxicab?" asked Jack
when they were ready to depart. "The
cars are SO crowded now"
"No," she refused. II either walk
or use street cars everywhere &C
now. War times" she reminded.
"But you spent fortune on those
people this afternoon"
/ "That's 1t, don't you see. save
where ! can. It's little game of my
own"
When he put her ON the car, she
| held out her hand. "Thank you, oil
so much, for oil you've done today
Perhaps another day may ask YOU
assistance. But you see don't know
| yet who you are"
He gave her card. "Tm onl.
home another week." he said. "Makt
It soon, won't you? But won't yol
tell me your name, now?'
"And isn't It funny" she said teas
ingly, after a seconds hesitation, g,
haven't any. Just call me the Dream
J Girl"
| That night Jack was going ovel
/ some sport things he was packing
away, and unfolded an old newspaper
full Of fish hooks. reels and flies, HI
had brought home In the spring from
Q fishing trip. And there was q ful
/, page picture Of the Dream Girl! HI
understood 1t now. His brain had no
manufactured her. He had seen he
In the paper and his subconscious sci
had retained the impression.
Miss Dorothy Armor, daughter o
Frank Hamilton Armor, capitalist ant
philanthropist," ran. the note under
meath. Richest girl in the city doe
war work, and won't use motor cars
4 buys hand-me-down clothes, and turn
entire income over to various societies
/; for relief" The telephone rang.
uIf vou1l not he too hnsv In FIJI