Webster City freeman. [volume] (Webster City, Hamilton County, Iowa) 1884-1946, 1920-04-05

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eign country; a big sister to any boy in
khaki, sharing his Inconvenience, his
dangers, his sufferings, c%onquering his
Omnipresent loneliness with the poig-
nant charm of her fresh, frank Ameri-
can w%omanhOOd.
The "Angel' at Work.
But the "Angel" deserted the boys OIL
the boulevard chairs because another
boy needed her more sorely. Into his
arm a willy mademoiselle Of the pave
ment had slipped her arm, he had
la%ughingly consented, and they were
moving off together. This vas the "An-
gels opportunity and her problem
With such impromptu couples lay her
main duty through the five hours of
her nightly stunt. Swiftly she stole
up behind the lad.
Excuse me, Yank, but won't you
talk with me Il minute!'
He heard the unexpected invitation
in his own tongue with II ear, even
while the broken English chatter of
his lisreputable companion was tum-
bling into his other ar. He turned
and found-not a frowsy, bespcctacled
old maid, not Il lank and shrewish fe-
male reformcr, but Il jolly. round-faced
girl with eyes brimful of fun and a
face all sunny with smiles. That smile
lit is. the Angels deadlicst. most IT,
resistible weapon, winsome, contagious,
acknowledging, the smile Of a girl chum
he might have rOmped with, danced
with, picnicked with, the smile of the
girl he left behind him in some vii
lage Of New York, or Indiana or Colo,
RADIO, the smile that somehow made him
think of Il mother not sec for months,
|of a mother perhaps m0urned for
years. y, d
The young man was startled by those
unexpected eyes and that unavoidable
smile. But still he hesitated. Then
tile American girls arm stole Into the
arm not already claimed by the French
mademOiselle, and he. poor lad! or
shall we say lucky lad! had to choose
forthwith. He chose as his mother and
sweetheart Would have prayed that he
might choose. An instant later lie and
his rescuer were walking away leaving
the street harpy d~umbfounded and an
CRY. Not altogether surprised, though.
for that same girl perhaps had lost
several lovers Oh previous evenings to
this captivating American interloper in
tile long green cape. Tile Angel has
sometimes taken as many as five men
away from a single girl in one evening.
Government officers who observed and
took statistics on her work M night
reported that she had broken up twen-
ty-ive little PARTIES of two while they
watched her with increasing wonder.
49,. How She Wins.
What she says to the men who walk
with her from darkness into light l
do not know. She will not tell. 1t is
a secret between them and her. Per-
haps the talk runs a different course
with different men. l heard Of II in
stance when size stood on a rainy night
under a street lamp and talked with a
sailor lad for more than one hour as
he argued with her for his liberty to
60 wrong, and finally he said, well,
it's a quarter Of four in the morning
now. and you VIM"
That her experience and knowledge
can negotiate almost any sort of per-
picking case Is proved by the outcome.
Hardly ever In ten months Of this street
work, four months in London and six
months in Paris, has she failed to have
her way.
''There are no boys in the world so
dear as the American soldier boys"
she has said again and again. ''They
are so. cbivalric, their hearts are near
~ always right. Only sometimes they
need to be reminded. l come along
as 4 reminder at the psychological mo
mcnt.'
''DO your eases ever resent your in
trusiOn!' l asked her. But seldom,
she replied. "..And even then l never
let them escape. One night Il Yank
snapped out at me, Il ONE from u part
Of the states where women mind their
OWL, business and turned his back.
merely slid around until ] stood in his
way again. looked him full in the face
and said, Did you really NEAR to turn
your back upon me-. an American w0-
man, for this creature on your arm|
He gazed mt me for Il second, then wilt
ed. TO tell the truth, miss, l was
ashamed to be. caught by a clean Ameri-
can. woman IN the plight where ! am
More frequently" She added, "a man
will thank me. as a young lieutenant
did the other evening with tears III his
eyes. Il can't tell yOu,' he said, how
glad l am you came along just then,
You saved me from making q fool Of
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