The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1907-09-19
Cupid Tries
His Wings.
BY Jeanette Wilson.
Copyrightrd 1906. by Jessie Morgan.

sighed
you'll be all right now. my boy
was the Doctors parting shot Just
take plentJ OF fresh air. Get up on
the roof As often as you can"
"Confound the roof mutteted Paul,
but he took his overcoat and went up.
In the apartment below the bach
elors', her eyes red with weeping. Syl-
via Randall was washing out lin
gerie waist
ITS mean OF Sarah not to come
today" she complained. regarding her
shriveled fingers ruefully. She knew
| had to have this waist done up. And
now I've got to go up on the roof
myself and hang the thing out to dry"
But before she went up Sylvia
stopped to Aolterate the effect Of tears
and to throw scarf jauntily over her
head.
81 might meet some one she ex-
planned. with demure little smile at
her reflection In the mirror.
A strong wind whisting over the
hOusetops snatched the waist from
Sylvia's hands just as she was pin
ming it to the line and would have
carried it over the edge of the roof
had not help come unexpectedly.
"Oh. thank you-thank you, so
much" exclaimed Sylvia. Then. motto
ing how good looking her benefactor
was, she stopped in confusion.
you're very welcome, I'm sure"
answered Paul, lifting his hat and re-
Stunning his constitutional
"It's-it's my own waist. you see"
stammered Sylvia.
Paul turned.
"Is it. indeed?" he replied "Then
I'm doubly glad rescued it,
Il mean. Numbered 1t for myself. |
don't go out Sarah didn't come.
didn't think there'd he any one up
here"
AT this Paul burst into a laugh that
even Sylvia in her embarrassment
found contagious.
IL see" h. said, you are the queen
in the garden. hanging out the
clothes"
Sylvia assumed an injured look.
"YOu know that isn't right" she cor
rected. 1T was the maid who was in
the garden"
Honest. was it," asked Paul. 81
never was much good on poetry. | al
ways thought 1t was the queen, but I'm
delighted to find it is really both"
Without another word Sylvia vanish
ell, leaving Paul transtiXed with as
constituent
How deiiciously naive ana childlike
She is" H. ChuCkled as he sought a
sunny corner in which to stretch his
lazy length. Having found one, he
smoked a cigarette or two and then fell
10 scribbling
What he scrubbed remained for Syl-
via to discover This she did the very
next morning for Sarah, the faithless,
was still conspicuous by her absence,
ani there remained Il handful Of fluffy
trihes that had TO be Numbered. Syl-
via went at the task with commenda-
bic resignation The drying stage
reached, with careless Indifference to
appearances She ran UP to the roof
DGreheaded ana bar" armed. As no one
was in sight this time 10 rescue arti-
cle, vagrantIy disposed, each piece was
pinned to the line with tirmness that
leied wh!rlwiuIs
This accomplished. scrap of paper
| Iapping in the lie Of the chimney at
tractcd Sylv.a's attention She pulled
il ont from between the bricks and
read the following:
The man was on the housetop
Seeking recreation.
When suddenly tie wind changed.
Bringing variation
The queen was in the rooftrer
Hanging out her gown.
Along came 4 brisk breeze
And blew The thing down.
With a sniff. Sylvia tucked the paper
into her belt Then she picked up one
Of the little stones with which the roof
was covered and tried TO mark with 1t,
but without success. A small sharp
pointed stick proved equally futile
suddenly in ii corner she found a burn
ii match Trumphant!y she scratched
a word across the rhymes and then put
them back in the chimney.
Here, an hour or two later, Paul
found them. SO the queen had not
come into the garden again, he argued.
Il was just as we'll perhaps. He was
about to tear up the nonsense when
Sylvia's scrawlins letters caught his
eve
Silly" he spelled, and shouted with
amusement
Then he pocketed the missive, so
oddly transformed from the ridiculous
to the sublime, and sought his favorits
corner. There was no sun shining on
it today, and the wind was bleak, but
be turned up his coat collar and settled
down to a smoke and more scrlbblings.
The latter he soon read aloud:
One bright and sunny morning.
When windy was the weather.
l CHANGED to meet young maid.
Sweet as Scottish heather.
began to compliment,
And she began to cry.
"How-do -you-do and how-do-you-
And why do you say goodby?'
After annIaudinD his own DprfOrm.