The Montgomery advertiser., 1907-09-09

settled down to a smoke and more scribblings tLe latter he soon reao aloud
 One bright and sunny morning. When windy was the weather chanced to meet a young maids Sweet as Scottish heather.
 I began to compliment And she began to cry: How -do- you do and how"do-you-do, And why do you say good byT'
 After applaudlng This. own perforni-t ance Paul got Hp to deposit the efus- ion in the friendly chimney crevice: A miniature wash, however ranging nearby, suggested other possibilities. Closer inspection revealed atiny mono l vra m gE embroidered in the corner of cobwebby handkerchief. There were undoubtedly other girls in the house. | girls who might have monogram hand | kerchiefs-but Paul decided to take l the risk. Accordingly hee Inscribed his rhymes To S. R." and, that he might not be accused of unfairness. | signed his own initials. He then fast ened the Jingle with a clothespin to l the top of lace collar The mono gram handkerchief he appropriated.
 Later in the afternoon a shower de- veIoped unexpectedly, and sylvia rushed up to the roof. There was no | stopping between drops to read non l sense rhymes, so she gathered them in with her washing and hurried down" stairs. ss
 when she read them in the privacy Of l her room, Then, the loss of her hand l kercrief dawning suddenly upon ther, 1 she pronounced .P.i L." not only bold. bad poet. but s sReakthief and for | days stunned the roof .religiously.
 Finally. however, curiosity got the l better of her and she ventured to go | 1tsu what | happen. The prospect wasn't promis | ing. The only person in sight was trained nurse hanging out blankets.
 T hope no one Is very ill,' remark ed Sylvia.
 nurse. He took cold staying up here on the roof too long after getting over the grip. We're fearful of pneurnonia." l Sylyia's heart thumped violently.
 ''I'm so sorry" she said .sympathet- ically. 'Is he delirious?r -3 The nurse looked at her curiously. NO, not exactly He talks in his sleep sometimes. Are you friend or MT. Laurison's?'
 TT know him slightly" stammer- ed Sylvia. Then. after a moment, she added timidly: 'Ts Mir. Laurison con scious7''
 "oh, yes; he's conscious"
 'srhen please give him this" begged | paper from a mysterious hiding place. Don't let him read it till he's better He'll know who sent It" Then Sylvia made one of her characteristieally dramatic exits. srF
 The day that. followed stretched sol emnIy on into weeks. Occasionally Sylvia inquired of the elevator boy how Mir, Laurison was getting on. It seemed an eternity before his lugub- rious. "Ab ut the same. miss" changed to the cheerful '"rhey say he's much better. miss"
 No more counselings now with Dame qrundy as to the prOpriety of trips to the roof. Sylvia went every day. twice a day. She knew that sometime she would find him there. When at length she did, she almost ran to him for Joy. but remembered suddenly, that they had met On4y once before. So she called to him from the distance.
 How do you do. Mir, LaurisonT"
 Paul started up in his steamer chalT and gazed at her in glad surprise.
 Why how do you do again?' he called cheerily "Won you come over
 and shake handsT
 Sylvia came toward him quickly and
 extended her little white hand.
 T suppose this is Miss g. R. I have
 the pleasure of greeting" said Paul
 with cordial informality.
 'Yes, Sylvia Randall" she answered
 T like the queens name" Paul com
 mented and wish could ask her tc
 stay a while, but I save no throne tC
 offer her"
 without further cerimony. sylvi' sat down on the roof and declared , herself comfortable. . T want to thank you. Miss Sylvia. [ began Paul slowly. for the messa 2, while. I was i'll. It did me a world V
 good" . Sylvia looked up at him to sec if ht , was making fun of her, but Paul lay , back against the cushions. his eyei
 apparently closed. From beneath those
 closed lids. however. he was revelins i in the glory of sylvia's hair and in th' color that came and went in hel
 cheeks.
 : T wrote it." explained Sylvia hum , ply, before I knew you were i'll ant , before I found out that you are req
 author"
 inquired Paul
 , "In a magazine answered SylVii ' tersely. Tt was a good story-muol better stun than your rhymes" r well you see, writing poetry ism
 exactly in my line." said Paul, laugh | ing T never did 1t till met you Ru