The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1919-02-06
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BY MISS RUTH E. BURNHAM.
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JSiig SlONlg OpeHcu HSI eyes, anu
for a moment she was startled, then
she laughed softly as she glanced
around the little camp bedroom--sure-
ly it had been familiar enough a year
ago. She sat up and reached for her
watch as she looked out of the win
dow-6 o'clock and a beautiful morn
ing. She would take the canoe, she
thought, paddle around to the little
cove and dream until breakfast time,
Her hostess would understand.
Ten minutes later she softly closed
the door of the screened-in porch and
| stood on the little float. The canoe
was gone Perhaps Dick, the husband
of her, hostess, had gone on an early
errand and would be back soon. She
sat down to wait.
1t was all so familiar, the float, the
little camp with the screened-in porch
the beautiful lake How many good
times and happy days she had spent
there last season, sitting quietly on
the piazza, padding on the lake, stroll
ing along the country roads The pic
| lures crowded through her memory,
and always beside her in them all was
| tall figure in khaki camping clothes
"a lazy figure, content to do her bid
ding, with apparently no other aim in
life than the pleasure at hand. 1t had
all been very pleasant and happy, and
then-he had proposed. AS a chum
M ,1l 70. h.n hn a o1r ,9Vtqb
but for a husband she wanted a man.
competent, commanding man, she
had told him. not an indolent boy In
khaki trousers and flannel shirt. SO It
had ended. Her friendship with his
sister had remained unbroken, but the
good times had ceased, and now after
winter of hard work, she had been
glad to accept Sylvia's kind invitation
for the weekend, with the tacit I'M
derstandng that the fellow in khaki
camping clothes should be absent.
Then rudely her dream was broken
A canoe came gliding into view, and
there was something familiar both in
the craft aud the straight figure pad
ding.
"Stephonl" she cried as the canoe
scraped the landing.
The tall, good-looking figure i'm the
khaki uniform of Uncle Sans army
looked sQuarely into her eyes until
her lashcs dropped Then he steadied
the canoe with Il hand on the float
and held out the other hand.
Get inw he said, and there was
nothing mdolent either about voice or
manner.
She stepped squarely into the center
of the canoe settled among the cush-
ions, and he padded off with a steady,
clean stroke. Not word was uttered
until they reached little cove which
shut off the view of the cottages. Then
he stopped ana looked at her until she
could feel the color dye her checks.
where did you come from?' she
stammered, to cover her confusion.
Had a few hours leave from camp.
Came on the last train last night" he
replied.
did you know l was here?" she
asked quickly.
mo, | didn't" Stephen replied, just
as quickly; but l should have come
Just the same If had. had made up
my mind TO go to Boston next week,
anyway, just to see you. I'm going to
France soon, very soon" He heard
her catch her breath sharply; then he
went on very quietly: you told me
! last summer you wanted man for a
husband, not a lazy boy, and it struck
deep. Uncle Sam has been trying his
best to make a man out Of me, and I'm
doing my best to help him. They say
that absence makes the heart grow
stronger for someone nearer home
but It hasn't my heart. Jerry I" His
eyes held hers until it seemed they
looked into each others hearts. '"Gou
do love me-" he said as he leaned
| forward.
yes" said Jerry softly. She had
found her commanding man.
Some two hours later Sylvia saw
them land at the float and pull up the
canoe. Their faces told the story rs
they came into the cottage, and she
congratulated them warmly.
But what really is the difference,
Jerry, between the lazy boy OF last
summer and his bold young man be
fore us?" asked Sylvia.
Gle was dreaming then; he's awake
now" said Jerry as she held his arm
tighter.
"Yes, but the real difference Is in
the khaki" explained stephen. MY
camping clothes We're to play around
in and enjoy myself, and ! did, too;
but Uncle Sans uniform makes you
forget yourself. It's q khaki suit for
a man who has hard work 10 do and
must be ever 'on the lob,' ana with It
on and your goal before YOU You just
have to 80 forward to victory"
In love or warp laughed his SIS
ter
The soldier smiled tenderly down
into his swectheart's eyes.
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