The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1921-05-20

displayed in his chum's pretty little
sister whom he had never seen.
Enough of the old sisterly jealousy
fingered at the time Katherine ard !
had our talk to make me hesitate
about giving her chance to go to the
French front as a nurse. Dicky's
brother-in-la law. the eminent surgeon,
Dir. Edwin Braithwaite, was about to
sail at the head of hospital unit, and
tsonly needed word from me to graf
ify at once Katherine's longing to serve
France-her great-grandfather was an
officer in Napoleon's army-and the
secret desire to be near the hero of her
dreams, which I suspected.
Glad or Sorry.
Was glad or sorry, wondered, as
picked up Jacks letter again, that
had crushed any feeling / might have
had in the matter. and had spoken the
word to DR.. Braithwaite that resulted
in Katherine's joining the eminent
surgeons staff of nurses? It seemed
a pity to have these two meet only to
be torn apart SO soon by death.
"You see." Jacks letter to Mrs.
Stewart went on, when good old Mark
Earle and I roughed it together, was
nightly attracted by the photographs
Of his little sister which he carried
around with him, and by her letters
to him, which he always read aloud to
me. I remembered wondering occa-
sionally whether if my feeling for
Margaret had not been so strong
might not become more interested in
Marks sister. My love for Margaret,
however, always put any lesser feeling
to one side, but the memory Of the
little girl always was like a fragrant
flower in my life, and / have always
kept her picture.
II cannot begin to tell you how de-
lighted I was when we recognized
each other. You can imagine over
here that to one American the meeting
with another American, especially if
both have the same friends is an event.
Luckily Miss Sonnet was just about to
have an afternoon off when we met,
and if she had an ngagement-which
she denied-she was kind enough to
break it for me. I need not tell you
that 1 spent the most delightful after
noon I have had since coming over
here.
And Yet
erted all the influence I had through
my friend, Caillard, and his friend in
the hospital to secure as much free
time for Miss Sonnet as possible for
the days / was to be on furlough. 1t
is like getting home after being away
SO long to talk to this brave, sensible,
beautiful young girl-for she deserves
all of the adjectives"
In the two letters which were the
last ores numbered by Mrs. Stewart,
Jack spoke again and again of the
little nurse. Almost the last line of
his last letter, written after he re-
turned to the front spoke of her.
Little Miss Sonnet and / CORE
spond," he wrote. land you can have
no idea how much good her letters do
me- They are like fresh sweet breezes
glowing through the miasma Of life in
the trenches
I folded the letters, put them back
into their envelopes, and arranged
them as Mrs. Stewart had given them
to me. When she came back into the
room she found me still holding them
and staring into the fire.
did you read them all?" she asked.
Eyes" 1 replied.
.,Don't you think those last ones
sounded as If he were really getting
interested in the little nurse?" she de-
manded.
There was a peculiar intonation in
her voice which told me that in her
own queer little way she was trying
to punish me for my failure to come
to see her oftener with Inquiries about
Jack. She evidently believed that my
vanity would be piqued at the thought
of Jack becoming interested in any
other woman after his lifelong devo
ton to me.
Eyes, 1 do" I agreed, "and what a
tragedy it seems that he should be
snatched away from the prospect of
happiness
The words were sincere. I was sure.
And yet
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