Deming graphic., 1919-12-30
FAIRY CORNERS
BY JEAN HAWTHORNE.

SeSeSSS6SSS4SS SSSSSSSSSSSeSS
II was almost n wee bit OF old Paris.
the Pnris OF boulevard cafes. and yet
1t really stood In the business district
of conventional. puritanical Boston.
Sergeant Evans rubbed his eyes and
looked again and. wonder of wonders.
II was still there: a shallow court.
filled with small, round tables, huge
gay-cciored umbrellas and the whole
facing a street lined with specially
shops.
Every day. after that discovery, at
II 80, Sergeant Evans took his hat
and cane and hurried. as fast as his
limp weuld allow him. to the little res
taurant, there TO spend his lunch hour
living again the wonderful year and
half he had spent In France. II had
been a glorious break In his career as
very small clerk In very large insur1
ance companies. II had not been one
OF those "co-la-la" sort OF things, that
one learns OF from popular songs, but
real good Yankee vacation, with a
little hard work to pay expenses And
after he had been wounded. the whole
country had seemed TO open up to him
and even Paris, the forbidden, had
been his for couple OF days. That
was where he had learned to enjoy
boulevard cafes.
One day, as he sat and dreamed OF
the past and planned future trips to
the old country, girl came In and
took seat at the table next to him;
a tall. straight. capable-looking girl.
Sergeant Evans puzzled for long
time before he placed her. Then he
crossed to her table, with his most
military walk and saluted.
Pardon me. but were you ever
nurse at the Bordeaux reconstruction
hospital7" with most winning smile.
Eyes indeed" she said. "Were you
a patient thereT I
II think you were the sister who put
some life into this ankle" he an
swered.
But there had been many patients
and few nurses and II was only later
on that she remembered him. Never
theless, she asked him TO sit down and
they spent the rest Of the lunch hour
talking over together the queer old
days when there had been war.
The next day they met again, and
this time the conversation became
more personal. Miss Butler wanted to
know II Boston was his home town.
For the present, yes" he answered.
IL am really from the West, but good
jobs don't grow on trees. so when
was offered this, said Boston Is
home How about yourselfr'
Miss Butler laughed.
"Oh, Just grew like Topsy; no
father no mother, no home and no
ties, except that have found doctor
who wants a secretary with some med
ical knowledge, and am II. But some
day will go back to Paris and really
see the country
"Of course" said Sergeant Evans.
So the summer passed rapidly and
by the time the little boulevard res
taurant closed for the winter the two
war veterans had found other meeting
places.
One evening he came to see her, his
face all aglow. !
Faith" he said, for she was 40
longer Miss Butler to him, at has
come, at last, sooner than we expect
ed; chance to live In Paris for the
next five years; good job and dandy
salary. We sail In June"
"weT queried Miss Butler, In u
very small voice.
"Why, OF course, you and me-"
"And how do 90, as secretary or
as reconstruction alder" asked Miss
Butler. and the small voice was al
most n whisper.
But Sergeant Evans had seen her
eyes and did not waste words He
just took her In his arms.
"You will know before we apply for
passports" was all he said.
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