The Nezperce herald. (Nezperce, Idaho) 1900-1957, 1919-09-04
Observation-Disclosures


Copyright, 1919, by the Mcclure News


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Her soldier boy was coming hom'
and Nita dreaded the meeting. o.
course she would have to see him ant
he would find out her deception. Wha1
would he think of her? How conlf
she bear that he should look at her
1t had all begun at the girls Rec
Cross meeting. Lets pin our names
and addresses on the inside OF these
socks we are knitting" suggested May
Bond. Perhaps the soldiers who get
them will write to u.s."
Good !" cried the other girls
"Wouldn't 1t be fun to get letter
from s0ldlerY'
Each girl as she finished a pair OF
socks pinned her name on the inside
and they were sent out. After time
letters began to arrive from the boys
at the front, telling of war expert
ences and Of army life. The girls read
them aloud with many comments and
much interest.
Nita, In q spirit of fun, had pretend
ed in her letter that she was some
body's maiden aunt, and wrote in 4
motherly strain. She had hardly ex-
pected her soldier to write more than
once but he did. Her letters were
filed with good advice and suggestions
for his health and comfort, and he
seemed to like them.
There won't be any romance for me
out of these letters" Mia laughed.
He thinks Pm an old maid. don't
believe he'll want to see me when he
comes home, and I'm sure wouldn't
want him to. / wonder If he wishes l
were girl" she added to herself. I'm
glad he doesn't know"
Now the war was over and the boys
We're coming home Nita's soldier
had written that he should be among
the first to return. He was longing to
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 lust
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
loved 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 II he needed 1t.
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? II she
could only run away and hide And
yet she did want to see him. She had
earned to like her soldier boy. She
had pictured him In her mind, and she
how much she wanted to
zee 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
md think her very silly.
With beating heart Nita watched
he returning regiment march through
he. streets. Which one was her SOL
Her boy? He was with them, she
Knew. They were so straight, with
trong, brave faces, and the happy
iOhf of viatorv 4, THAR o,,oe 81
'roud of them all and cheered with
he rest.
When the doorbell rang Nita stepped |.
lightly to answer it, quite unsuspect-
ng. She had not thought that he
would come to see her SO soon. There
we're others to greet him-yet there he
TODD. She knew him at the first glance
nd wanted to hide. What could she
ay? How explain? She stared and
aid nothing.
He put out his hand with 4 boyish
mile and twinkle in his eye. 'Is
his Miss Spencer" he asked.
'Tm-Tm-Nita Spence" came the
mid answer. Perhaps he would think
he one who wrote the letters was her
unit. If he would only 60 away.
MY maiden aunt, my mentor" he
lughed merrily. "You look Just as l
nagined you would"
She gasped, "But-why- how could
ou-"
Don't you suppose I saw through
our little game?" His smile was
right and assuming. Do you think
ny maiden aunt could write such let
RS as YOU have been writing to mel
We had your image before me all the
me, and I've learned to worship II,
knew your eyes were full Of laugh
r, that your hair was soft and fluffy,
tat your lips smiled with the tiniest
NIPPLES. could just see the mischief
Irking in the corner Of your eye ~
~ wrote those letters. Oh, how
ou've helped to cheer those long,
ilsoms months. How the thought Of
~ has given me help and courage,
+ knew you were brave girl, doing
,ur part at home"
They were sitting very close to-
'ther In the coy sitting room. Nita's
art throbbed, and yet she tried to
'aw her hand away from him.
"Oh," she faltered, what must you
Ink Of met"