Grainger County news. (Rutledge, Tenn.) 1917-current, 1919-11-27

theS nave just come over on = Speclhl
train"
Il don't give a who0p who they are;
there is not room to breathe in here
now and my private office wasn't built
with the idea of accommodating all
the policemen this side Of New York"
The manager of the great hotel swung
about In his chair and addressed i'm
patiently a round faced, matronly wom'
an whose arm was about a %fair-haired
little girl clinging to her as though for
protection from the excited group
which ranged itself behind DR.. Louise
Craig-Lackland. go ahead, Mrs, Chit
wood" THAT is about all, sir. am
ure no harm is done, that l car see.
When Little Chit brought her home |
should have come right over, especial
ly when she admitted that she was 0u
without her-her-" Mrs. ChitwOod
cast about obviously for a word. She
dare not refer TO the indignant group
as servants. and parents and relatives
they were not, without her keepers
permission" ch%eerfully resumed the
widow, noting with placid satisfaction
the gasp of Doctor Craig-Lackland.
"They were out all the afternoon
playing on the beach. and her shoes
and stockings were all wet. So | made
her take these off while l dried them
and then the poor dear child was SC
hungry"
"Yes," spoke up the Money Princess,
quite suddenly losing her shyness, "you
shall not blame Little Chit's mother,
nor Little Chit either. l had a perfect
ly glorious time, so | did-all after
noon. and l had soup for dinner, soup
with big yellow dumpllngs and choco-
late layer cake, and I am glad didn't
come home and have to eat four ounces
Of old farina and fruit and sterilized
milk, and l wish | could stay right
here with Little Chit and his mother
and that all of you would let me be-"
"Such inlpertinence," gasped the gov.
erness.
1T comes of her association, ne
doubt" Indignantly declared the house
keeper.
Boiled dumplings and chocolate
cake at bedtimel You naughty, I'M
grateful child" This from Doctor
Craig-Lackland.
That very night the Money Princess
and her retinue left the great hotel,
But as the last taxicab pulled away
from under the porte cochere, a bright
golden head %protruded from the cab
window.
"Goodby, Little Chit. remember our
promise"
"Good-by, princess, I shall never for
get you."
The rule seventeen as plainly posted
ove the head porter's desk told what
would happen to an employee who
but no difference, for hadn't Colonel
job hurried right into the managers
Office and hadn't the manager called
in Little Chit's mother and wasn't the
Colonel Job. who had more money and
more govt and less relatives than Is
good for any man Of his age. aston
ished the whole hotel by insisting that
he was henceforth to be Little Chit's
guardian and protector-and that the
boy was to have everything that money
and a good home could afford?
Ten years elapse.
Terrible as the strain of the last
few days had been-days when there
was neither sleep nor a moments rest
nor ease Of mind. every member of
University unit No. . thrilled with
pride.
American engineers had filled the
gap. Throwing away picks and shovels
they had stemmed that gray horde that
was pouring through a wide hole at
| the very base of the British wedge. a
widening hole that for two DAYS
threatened to turn Byng's mighty vic.
| tory into disaster unreasonable.
81 have just put your first American
into 'G' pavilion" The orderly pushed
the empty operating cart into the CORR
dor and dropped a hospital record card
onto the nurses desk as he passed.
She was not q trained nurse. this
beautiful, fair-haired young woman.
She had volunteered as a secretary to
an American university unit, just as
hundreds of other wealthy American
girls had volunteered.
In the stress that followed the ebh
and flow of the great offensive when
first dressing stations had been swept
away and disorganized, moaning
mangled men had been hauled in by
the hundred-hauled in, yet wearing
the foul, sticky clothing in which they
had fallen.
She had plunged in and scrubbed
and cut away filthy clotted clothing
and done cheerfully and well those re
pulsively necessary things for which
training is naught beside strong hands
and calm nerves and a cool head, al
Of which the Money Princess had.
With cool professional air she now
glanced down at the card before her
A quick intake of her breath. Leaving
the desk she moved softly into the
dimly lighted pavilion.
"Mother!'
How often had that cry rang out
over the red-soaked fields of F-ance
Always 1t was their first word wher
tbo,, oopoa from undpr tho annSthatio