Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1918-08-10
IND SOMETHING INTERESTING HERE TO RE-
EVERY MEMBER OF THE FAMILY CAN FIN
THE Dali Y NOVELETTE,
It1 UCILLE, it's time yousfinished that
LUCILLE'S COUSIN
By Helen W. Herrick

N1 Uc1LLE, it's time yousf,nished that
- sweater fol- Jack Winthrop; youv
been working en- II fully three months
and Jack goes to France within two
| weeks"
Mrs Whitney addressed her pretty
but slightly spoiled daughter, who was
comfortably settled in couch hammock,
with a book and box of chocolates.
We'll. mother. I'm glad you are so
very enthusiastic over Jack Winthrop.
For my part, | am not in the least in
terested in an old cousin of yours who
Is such distant relative that you
couldn't trace the connection with a six
foot pole. do not intend to finish that
sweater, so there"'
Whereupon Lucille arose from her
seat and, with a decisive nod of her
fluffy brown head, accompanied by
flash of her big brown eyes. she bounced
down the steps toward the street.
What shall I do with that child?"
thought her mother as she watched the
attractive girlish figure disappear down
the street She has had her own way
so long that she is becoming quite stub
born.
Il suppose I ought to have told her
that Jack is coming for brief visit
before going across but she seems so
dsnterested In him that 1t would only
make matters worse to- tell her. He is
such a fine-looking chap, too. I'll bet
she changes her mind when she sees
him.
While Luciles mother was turning
matters over in her mind, Lucille was
likewise turning a few over in hers
Just imagine! Why, I've never seen
the fellow in my life. why is IT that
about him? Likely as not he's as home.
ly as a hedge fence. If only he-MX
What a fine-looking soldier" :" Lucille
almost exclaimed aloud as tall, nicely
built officer swung into view.
Gracious hope I look az rItsf right: !;
I'd like to make good impression.
As he drew nearer she remarked under
her breath. IF Jack winthrop looks
anything like him. I'll finish that sweater
in a jiffy. wonder if-Heavens she
thought rs he talking to me? Why
er-yes This is Smithfield avenue, she
stammered to his question.
could you tell me where Mrs Robert
Whitney lives?" the handsome soldier
asked, tipping his hat Il believe the
number is 259. I'm Jack ,M,n5nrop ,n5n
scrSamed SaTS Wei, isn't this the fun
niest? I'm Lucille whitney, and I'm
real glad to see you she : SAID. eHtena. Sor,a .
ing her hand ,,rSa1 Zone - r,shv rns vou lo'e You
came rather unexpected, didn't your?
mo, indeed" he answered, smillng,
I'm sure your mother expected me Ior
| wrote her a letter saying tndt We We
coming I'm going across in two weeks.
so thought maybe she'd like to say
good-by to me. You know she y Is ;, my ny
nearest relative. since mother died. he
added, with catch in his voice,
Guilty thoughts of an unhnished
sweater flashed through Lucille's nina
as she studied Jacks boyish features
and tried to imagine the long. lonely
nights he had spent In camp without
mothers cheerful and loving letters or
encouragement
TO be perfectly frank" Lucille be-
gan, I've never been very anxious TO
| find out much about you. Mother otteh
mentioned your name. but l had no idea
as TO what you looked like. l must say
you present very striking appearance
| in your uniform
And l must say" Jack answered.
laughingly, thai have very amusing,
as well as pleasing little cousin. All,
here we are; your mother Is coming out
to meet US"