The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, 1919-12-10
ON DUTY,AS EVER
G-Sergeant Merely in Another
Line of Trenches.
In Fact, One-Time Commander Thought
Him More Valuable In Civil Lite
Than During the Hot
Days in France.

Days in France.
At breakfast that morning, says a
contributor to London Punch, Joyce
had announced firmly that If really
loved her I would take the pattern
up to town with me and "see what
l could do" What she failed to realize
was that, if vcntured alone into the
midst Of SO intimately feminine Il
world as Bibby & Renns' for the pur-
pose Of matching stuff called pink
georgette. 1 should become virtually
incapable OF doing anything at all.
The only redecming feature about
the whole nerve-raclling business was
that he found me as soon as he did.
Good afternoon, sir" he said in n
most ingratiating voice. "What can we
haze the pleasure of showing YOU,
sir?"
He was tai and handsome, with
perfectly wnX"d mustachc and a fault
less frocll coat. lie bowed before me
with q solicitouS curve to his broad
shoulders. and the way he massngcd
one hand with the other had Il highly
soothing effect.
"Pink gcorGrttc. sir? Certainly, sir"
TO my inrNprcSsiblc relief, he seemed
to consider il the most likely in the
world.
Miss Robinson" he called; "pink
gcorcc;tp."
With polite wave of the hand, he
motioncd mo toward the lady. lie hov-
ercd about while | opened the bit OF
ticCJn in hn n
and murmurCd my needs to Miss
Robinson. lis very presence gave me
confidence
When It was all over, he came mp
and led mo away. As we emerged into
the stronger light near the door peer.
ed at him closely. Then l touched him
on the arm aud bnckoned him behind
couple of Paris models.
took hold of his hand and wrunG
1t fervently
"Srrgt. Steel" I said, "you always
did have the knAck OF being In the
right spot at tho right moment have
not set eyes on YOU since that hot day
In 1916, when YOU brought up the
remnants of II platoon and pulled me
out of that tight corner at Guillcmont.
That was Il valuable bit OF work,
sergeant, but nothing to thiS--Simply
nothing"
The solicitous curve had straightrn.
cd out from his broad shoulders. His
hands has ceased their soothing mas
sage. His heels were together, his
arms glued 10 his sides, his eyes glar-
ing at fixed point directly over the
top Of my head.
Thought it was YOU, sir as soon
rs | saw you. But OF course l wasn't
going 10 say anything till YOU did" 1t
WAS not tn" ingratiatng voice now, but
that raSping halfwhiSpcr he always
used for nocturnal conferences in the
front line. "Ncvcr heard anything OF
you. sir since YOU went down with q
bliGhty after GuillemOnt Beg your
pardon, sir but you looked n bit windy
as YOU came in just now, so thought
I'd keep in Support.... Yes. sir got
my ticket last mOnth-only been back
on my old job n fortnight"
tapped the parcel that Miss Robin
sons own fair hands had made UP for
me.
"This is n good issue, scrgcnnt?"
asked. Sound, reliable, and all that p"
"Coudn't be better. sir. | had my
eye on her. We only drew it ourselves
lately. That's the stun to give 'cm.
" IA perfect match. -. exquisite
blending Of color. -. those art shades
arc to be very fashionable this season
| assure YOU, sir"
Impcrccptibly his hands had resumed
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