Gilpin observer., 1919-03-27
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THE MEETING
BY JULIA A. ROBINSON.
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anu Nltd uredltu 'it iue'l!uS. "
course she would have TO see hin and
be would find out her deception. Whai
would he think of her? How co,llc'
she bear that he should look nt her
II had all begua at the girls Re,
Cross meeting. Lets pin our name
md addresses on the inside of thes'
socks we are knitting" suggested Mas
Bond. perhaps the soldiers who gal
them will write to u.s."
"Good!" cried the other girls.
wouldn't 1t be fun to get lette:
from soldier?"
Each girl as she finished a-pnir OF
socks pinned her name on the inside
and they were sent out. After a time
letters began to arrive from the boys
ct the front. telling of war expert
ences and of army life. The girls read
them aloud with many comments and
much interest.
Nita. in spirit of fun, had pretend
ed in her letter that she was some.
body's maiden aunt. and wrote in -
motherly strain. She had hardly ex.
pected her soldier to write more thar
once. but he did. Her letters were
filed with good advice and suggestion
for his health and comfort, and he
seemed to like them.
There won't be any romance for me
out of these letters" Nita laughed
-He thinks I'm an old maid. doni
believe he'll want to see me when he
comes home, and I'm sure wouldn';
want him to. / wonder If he wishes
were girl" she added to herself. I'm
glad he doesn't know"
Now the war was over and the boys
were coming home. Nita's soldier
had written that he should be among
the first to return. He was longing tu
see her, to tell her how much good her
letters, her advice and her wise coun-
sci had done him. He knew she had
a kind. motherly heart and sympa-
thetic eyes-were they blue?-a dear
mouth that smiled and helpful hands.
He had so much enjoyed the socks and
sweaters she had sent. They were just
what his mother would have sent him
had she been living. He was really
longing to see her. Was her hair done
In white puffs over her forehead? He
kyed to think of 1t so. He lived in
Norton, not very many miles from her
own home, and he should come to
see her often. He hoped she would
still be glad to 'mother him" and to
admonish him If he needed it.
Nita was frightened when she read
that letter She could not escape
meeting him, for he had her address,
What would he think of her? If she
could only run away and hide! And
jet she, did want to see him. She had
learned to like her soldier boy. She
had pictured him in her mind, and she
wanted-Oh, how much she wanted to
see him-if only she could herself be
invisible. She almost wished now that
she had not played her foolish joke
He would despise her for her deceit
and think her very silly.
With beating heart Nita watched
the returning regiment march through
the streets. Which one was her SOL
dier boy? He was with them, she
knew. They were so straight, with
strong. brave faces. and the happy
light of victory in their eyes. She was
proud of them all and chccred with
the rest.
When the doorbel rang Nita stepped
lightly 10 answer t. quite unsuspect-
ing. She had not thought that he
would come TO see her so soon. There
were others to greet him-yet there he
stood. She knew him at the first glance
and wanted to hide. What could she
say? How explain? She stared and
aiid nothing.
He put out his hand with a boyish
smile and a twinkle in his eye. "Is
this Miss Spencer" he asked.
"Trn-rm-Nita Spence" came the
iimiu answer. Perhaps he would think
ne one who wrote the letters was her
aunt. y he would only go away.
My maiden aunt, my mentor" he
laughed merrily. You look just as i
imagined you would"
She gasped, "But--why-how could
you"
Don't you suppose | saw through
your little gamer" His smile was
bright and assuming. Do you think
any maiden aunt could write such let.
ters as you have been writing to me I
I've had your image before me all the
lime, and I've learned to worship IT,
] knew your eyes were full of laugh
ter. that your hair was soft and fluffy
that your lips smiled with the tinies,
dmples. i could just see aae mischief
lurking In the corner of your eye as
you wrote those letters. Oh, how
you've helped to cheer those long
toi!some months. How the thought OF
you has given me help and courage
for knew you were n brave girl, doing
your part ut home"
They were sittingf very close to
Sether in the cozy sitting room. Nlta',
heart throbbed. and yet she tried e
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