The Birmingham age-herald., 1922-08-11
THREE BIG DAYS ARE IN STORE FOR
 MEN AT M GILLIAN
Nearly 5000 Citizen Soldiers Agog With Excitement Over Coming Field
 Day Events

Correspondents Headquarters, Camp Mcclellan, Anniston, August 1o.--' Special )-Three epoch making days are ahead in the citizens military training camp now under way at Camp Mcclellan, and newspapers men frcm all of the states comprising the Fourth corps area have been invited to visit the camp or send represen- tatives to the camp during the pres ent month.
 August 23. 24 and 25 will be red letter days, not only in the annals of the 1922 citizens military training camp of the Fourth corps area. now being held here, but also In the his tory of the c. M. T. c. camps in the entire United States.
 Nearly 5000 red blooded young men from the states of Alabama, Missis- sippi, Louisiana, Tennessee, Florida, Georgia. South Carolina and North Carolina, who began the one months voluntary training here on July 27 are on tip toe of excitement over the plans being made for a big field day all the money that he would spend on his trip.
 But. Mrs Earle, Harry can be very stubbon and obstinate upon oc- casion. Usually I just tire out his objection, but this time l did not seem able to do it. He seemed to have some reason for going home that he would not tell me. Some special purpose which l could not get out of him.
 While Mrs. Glendening had been railing on, l was conscious that her frf. ct, inc ma a nd apartment with a curiously apprais- ing eye l could not help thinking that she was rather sizing me up as one of Harrys special friends. Per haps that was my guilty conscience
 She came forward to put her cup down on the table.
 What a curious and intriguing bit of bric- a-brac.' she exclaimed as she picked up the locked picture frame-Harrys gift. For moment my heart beat wildly. Is 1t per missable to ask, Mrs. Earle, you keen it within the leaves of your secret orisons?" She smiled ts she spoke--a curious, penetrating look upon her face.
 "'Doris Glendening turned and took the frame in her hands. How charming. Did you get it abroad! Is it a picture frame?'
 "T did not get it abroad, and 1t Is a picture frame. Mrs. Glendening. l am sure, Mrs. Annersley, that It Will interest and intrigue you more, II tell you that what Is within must remain forever locked from all eyes but mine"
 '"Forgive me. Mrs. Earle" said Alma Annersley. "I did not mean to pry into anything that you do not wish me to know. But the idea Is such a strange one that I felt It must have more than an ordinary sentimental value attached to it?"
 Mrs Glendening seemed to have was thankful
 ." May I powder by nose?" she asked suddenly.
 Surely. Come into my bed room" I said, leading the way.
 "'Doris Glendening seated herself in front of my dressing table and as she did so my eyes for one horrifie Instant spied those little lingerie pins that Harry had given me. ! did not have time to realize that she could not possibly identify them with Harry before her eyes found them as well. and she picked one of them up and looked at it closely and then be- gan to laugh.
 My heart felt as though it was freezing. "Oh, Alma" she called Come here. I want you to seen an other one of Mrs. Earle's original ideas"
 why, isn't it a darling lingerie pin?" remarked Mrs. Annersley, as though there was nothing unique about it at all
 Yes. but read the inscriptions"
 Tnconvenientest," Mrs Anners- ley read with a puzzled frown and looked to me for some explanation
 Inconvenientist." Why how dumb you are. Alma" exclaimed Mrs. Glendening. Surely you realize there Is nothing that belongs to a woman's toilet more inconvenient than those foolish little claps They are hard to put on and almost im- possible to take off.
 Harry has always told me, Mrs Earle. how original you are in all your ideas. l must tell him about these little clasps. It will amuse him." "I could not speak, but raising my eyes l caught a queer expression on the face of Alma Annersley How much does she know abous Harry" I asked myself, and how much does she suspect about me?."
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