The Nevada County picayune., 1920-07-22
NADINE
By DOROTHY o. GRAVES.
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1 Paris, Ill.,, was very far away, and Ma dimes heart pumped joyously. She . should arrive in Boston that very morning, and then-life would com. mence for her.
 Boston to Nadine was everything that Paris. H., was not. There would be young men, theaters, jobs, every. where. Nadine planned to get a job tight away
 The train rumbled into the South station. Nadine alighted. She knew just what to do, and she did it sue cessfully. Not an hour later she skipped down the steps of the Y. w. C. A. and started to seek life.
 The office boy in Everyman's insur- ance office grnned at Nadine and Ma dine grinned back.
 Said the boy: "Mr. Black?"
 This was straw. Nadine grasVed 1t. Yes"
 "lIe's out" said the boy. but you c'n talk to bis assistant. It's Mir Jack, his son. Mir John Black, Jr., you know"
 MT. Black, Jr., appeared. He was very young and very handsome, more so than any Paris, H.. young man. His eyes were as startled as Nadine's own, but she did not see that Ma dine tried to think Mir. Black, Jr.. thought for her.
 1ou want a position?'
 Nadine nodded her head. Mir Black smiled
 What is your nameT"
 "Where do you come from?" MT. Black. Jr.. forgot this was business affair, and not a country club dance. But Nadine was not thinking of that. At last 1t was question she could an- swcr if her breath lasted long enough.
 Paris" said she.
 MT. Black grinaed. Now he under stood. Nine months before in Paris he had tried to buy soap of a Parislan apothecary, but he had been diSap- pointed in the comprehension of the Frenchman, and he had never got the soap.
 .'Can you typewriter"
 Nadine started to say: I've had that in high school" but she decided 1t did not sound busnesslike. but il was too late, the i've" had escaped.
 Mir. Black, Jr understood the we" for the French "oui," or "yeS."
 'I see," he said, "and you want job
 What is your name?" asked Mir. Black, holding paper and pen ready. But being very kind he motioned her to wait before answering. From his pocket he produced a wellthumbed lit tie red book. "French Self-Taught." He turned the pages to the TVS" At last he asked triumphantly: "Quel est votre nom?"
 Nadine smiled; she wanted to laugh. But she did not dare, and anyway she knew her smile was enchanting. In Paris, H., she had studied French for Engineers" for year in high school. and had read a little French story by Monsieur LeBrun, which name her teacher had translated as MT. Brown, so she answered readily, but in half hestating English: "I am Nadine Le Brun."
 During the next few weeks Mir. Black, Jr.. applied himself to his du- ties so thoroughly and perseveringly that Mir Black, Sr., told his wife that l Junior" would get somewhere yet. Junior did. Whether or not 1t was the particular somewhere" his father meant It was June, he'd asked the en- chanting French girl to go "somc- where" with him that evening. Nadine smiled and-nodded That night Nadine also got some where" It was the June night, plus the luminous moon, plus the gentle tapping of the water on the shore, at 1 Winthrop Beach and plus Junior. The answer to the problem was "yes." Pos. slbly Nadine had something to do ! with It, too, but she gave all the credit ] to Junior
 And then they both got some where" It was this way:
 "WeW go cut West, dearie," Jack, 1 Jr. breathed into her delicate and very French little ear. I've an old 1 granny out there who'd love to see Us, and she promised me long ago when I married I should have her home for a wedding present, and dads always snid he'd set me up in business out there"
 "Oh, Jack '"
 Yep, out Illinois way"
 Illinois" Nadine gaspcd But Jr. mistook the long-drawn word for her imperfect knowledge of English.
 "Yep-Paris, Illinois," he laughed in expectation. Its a great little old town" The idea then occurred to him that Nadine might have misunderstood Not your Paris. you know; It's just small town fin one of our states. There's alfalfa, and wheat and some cattle"
 And corn. Jackey. say there's corn
 Yep there's corn. acres of it,"
 And. Jack. is it the little yellow