Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-09-09
DAILY NOVELETTE,
FAIRY CORNERS
by Jean Hawthorne

TT WAS almost wee bit of old Paris,
L the Paris of boulevard cafes, and vet
il really stood in the business district
of conventional, puritanical Boston.
Sergeant Evans rubbed his eyes and
looked again and, wonder of wonders,
it was still there n shallow court. filed
with small round tables, huge gay
cOlOrcd umbrellas and the whole facing
street lined with speciality shops.
Every day, after that discovery, at
II 30, Sergeant Evans took his hat and
cane and hurried, as fast as his limp
would allow him. to the little restuu-
rant. there to spend his lunch hour
living again the wonderful year and
half he had spent in France. 1t had
been n glorious break in his career as
very small clerk in very large IN
Surance companies. 1t had not been
one of those 100 la la sort of things,
that one learns of from popular songs,
but good fun, Yankee vacation, with
little dirty 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 ana
took seat at the table next to him !;
tall. straight, capable looking girl.
Sergeant Evans puzzled for long time
hcforc he placed her. Then he crossed
tn her table, with his most military
walk. and saluted.
Pardon me, but were you ever
nurse at the Bordeaux reconstruction
?".with n most winning smile.
YES. indeed" she said. Were you
n patient thcrct'
81 think YOU were the sister who put
some life into this ankle, he answered.
Rut there had been many patients
and few nurses and it was only later
on that she remembered him. Never
thelcss, she asked him to sit down ana
thcv spcnt 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 per
sonol, Miss Butler wanted to know II
Boston was his home town.
..For the present, yes" he answered.
81 am really from the West. but good
Jobs don't grow on trees, SO Wh"h
was offered this | said Boston IS homc'
How about yoursclf?'
Miss Butler laughed.
ooh. I Just grew, like IopSy; no
father. no mother, no home ana no tl"S'
cycopt that ! have found a doctor VINO
wants n secretary with some medical
knowledge, and ! am it. But some day
will 90 hack TO Paris and really see
the country.
"Of course" said Sergeant Evans.
So the summer passed rapidly and by
the time the little boulevard restaurant
oIoSod for the winter the two war vet
orons had found other meeting places.
Ono evening he came to see her, ms
face all aglOw.
edith, :" he said, for she was no
Ionoer Miss Butler to him, lit has
, come, at last. sooner than we expected ;
n chance to live in Paris for the next
five wears good job and dandy salary.
We sail in June
"We?" quericd Miss Butler IN n
very small voice.
"Whv, of course, you and me.
"And how do | go, as secretary or
nc reconstruction aide?' asked Miss
Butler. and the small voice was almost
whisper.
I,ut 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
/ The next complete novelette-Sam-
uel'S Conversion.