The Search

Two young men in officers' uniforms entered the smoker of a suburban train, and after the usual formalities of matches and cigarettes settled back to enjoy their ride out to Bryne Haven. What d'ye think of that girl I introduced you to the other night, Harry? Isn't she a pippin? asked the second lieutenant taking a luxurious puff at his cigarette. I should say, Bobbie, she's some girl! Where d'ye pick her up? I certainly owe you one for a good time. Don't speak of it, Harry. Come on with me and try it again. I'm going to see her friend to-night and can get her over the 'phone any time. She's just nuts about you. What do you say? Shall I call her up? Well, hardly to-night, Bob, said the first lieutenant thoughtfully, "she's a ripping fine girl and all that, of course, but the fact is, Bob, I've decided to marry Ruth Macdonald and I haven't much time left before I go over. I think I'll have to get things fixed up between us to-night, you see. Perhaps – later – – . But no. I guess that wouldn't do