The Somerset reporter. [volume] (Skowhegan, Me.) 1868-1909, 1907-09-19
Cupid Tries
His Wings.
BY Je0nnsffs Wilton.
Copyrighted. 1907. by Jessie Morgan.

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In the bachelor apartment on the top
floor of the Riverview court Paul
Laurison paced restlessly up and
down. Occasionally he stopped to
look out at the spring landscape and
sighed.
You'll be all right now, my boy"
was the doctors parting shot Just
take plenty of fresh air. Get up on
the roof as often as you can"
"Confound the roofr' muttered 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 hel
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 obliterate the effect of tears
and to throw a scarf jauntily over her
head.
II might meet some one," she ex-
planned. with demure little smile at
her reflection In the mirror.
A strong wind whistling over the
housetops snatched the waist from
,Sylvia's hands just as she was pin
ming 1t 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.
as 1t, indeed? he replied. Then
I'm doubly glad l rescued it."
Il mean, Numbered it for myself
don't go out. Sarah didn't come. l
didn't think there'd be any one up
here"
At this Paul burst into q laugh that
even Sylvia in her embarrassment
found contagious.
81 see," he 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. at was the maid who was In
the garden
Honest, was it2" asked Paul. II
never was much good on poetry. l al
ways thought 1t was the queen. but I'm
delighted to find 1t Is really both"
Without another word Sylvia vanish
ed, leaving Paul trans6xed with as
constituent.
How deliciously naive and chlldlike
she isp' he chuckled as he sought
sunny corner In which to stretch his
lazy length Having found one, he
smoked cigarette or two and then fell
to scribbllng.
via to discover. This she did the very
next morning, for Sarah, the falthless,
was still conspicuous by her absence,
and there remained a handful of fluffy
tri6es that had to be Numbered. Syl-
via went at the task with commenda-
BILE resignation. The drying stage
reached, with careless Indifference to
appearances she ran up to the roof
and bare armed. AS no one
was In sight this time to rescue arti-
cles vagrantly disposed, each piece was
pinned to the line with a firmness that
defied whirlwinds.
This accomplished, scrap of paper
Tapping in the side Of the chimney at
tracted Sylvias attention. She pulled
It out from between the bricks and
read the following;
The man was on the housetop
Seeking recreation.
When suddenly the wind changed.
Bringing variation.
The queen WAS In the rooftree
Hanging out her gown.
Along came a 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.
In a corner she found burn
ed match. Triumphantly she scratched