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The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, October 27, 1918, NATIONAL EDITION, Section of the Washington Times, Image 19

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NOW the curtain slides softly np again to the soft tinkle J
of "Golden-Eyes' " hidden laughter. The wise little
brain, the soft girl-bosom, housing cunning and bravery
-are seeing her way clear, if only the gods who look down on
lovers will give her TIME! In the dark casket of the Hun
captain's cave she glows a jewel a little rare thing of gold
and. scarlet decked out in siren-fashion, made gorgeous, her
gold curls piled high, her throat laced with pearls, her feet in the
silken shoes of loot wrapped with the lace and fur of a fled
and vanished French girl, her eyes glinting goldenly, her lips
smiling; a poised, jewelled love-bird, "worth waiting for"
vows this Captain Hugo. "TIME TIME!" Tie prays for it,
too, "and she will fly to my hand!'' Poor pink and gold
Love, aghast at the near thing this game can be for poor
"Golden-Eyes," spreads lis small person between her and the
barbarian who sees only the surface sun in her eyes and noth
ing of the horror and loathing that move below, and hides his
face in her knees. "Uncle Sam" glowers in the shadow, in
dumb suspicion, bewildered, anxious, shrinking from this
strange girl who seemed no longer "Bill's" watching
waiting.
Captain Hugo had unearthed a bit of his loot that he had
dreamed of getting back to Germany if the war was kind. The
big chest gave up its treasure of silk and lace, the dainty cob
webs that had clothed a French girl in the long-ago peace
times, her jewels, her fans and pretty trinkets, the little high;
stilted slippers of this age, the gossamer stockings that matched,
all eagerly offered to bribe this golden-girl Mars had dropped
into the monotony of trench and man life.
Had the Hun seen the glint in her eyes and.the face she had
in the half-dark, her fingers busy with stolen silk and fur, be
fore she came out to him again to perch on his stolen chest, to
coquette with him in the candle-shine ''for TIME" his
swimming head would 'have cleared and "Uncle Sam"
would have understood!

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