The Coeur d'Alene press. (Coeur d'Alene, Idaho) 1906-1907, 1907-10-03

girls who might have monogram haun- |
kerchlefs but Paul decided to take the !
risk. Accordingly he Inscribed bis |
rhymes TO 8. ~" and that be might !
not be accused Of unfairness signed
his own Initials lie then fastened the
Jingle with a clothespin 10 the top Of
a lace collar. The monogram hand
kerchief he appropriated
Later In the afternoon a shower de
velOped unexpectedly, and Sylvia
rushed up 10 the roof There was no
stopping between drops 10 rea6 aon-
sense rhymes, so she gathered them In
with her washing and hurried down.
stairs.
"slllier." was her only comment
when she read them IN the privacy Of
her room. Then, the loss Of her hand
kerchlef dawnlng suddenly upon her.
she pronounced ~. T." not only
bold bad poet but q sneak thief, and
for days Stunned the roof religiouBly.
Finally, however, curiosity got the
better Of her, aud she veutured TO go
up just once more and see what would
happen. Tho prospect wasn't promls-
Ing. The only person IN sight was a
trained nurse hanging out blankets.
Il hope no one Is very III" remarked
Sylvia.
"wcll he's pretty Sick" replied the
nurse "IIe took cold staying up here
on the roof too long after getting over
the grip. We're fearful Of pneumonia"
sylyia's heart thumped violently.
arm 10 sorry" she said sympathetic.
| ally. els he delirIouaT
| The nurse looked nj her curiOuBly.
mo, not exactly. IIe talks In his sleep
sometimes. Are you friend Of Mr.
Laurison'sY'
ell know him slightly" stammered
] Sylvia. Then, after q moment. she
added timldly, lis Mr.. Laurison con
sclousf'
"Oh, yes; he's conscious"
'sThen please give him this" begged
Sylvia, extracting little crumpled pa
per from mysterious hiding place.
'DoJft let him read II I'LL he's better.
He'll know who sent H." Then Sylvia
matte one Of her Enthusiastically dra-
matte exits.
The days that followed stretched sol
EMMY OH into weeks. Occasionally Syl-
Via inquired 81 the elevator boy how
MFR. LauFisou was getting on, II seem
Ell an eternity before his lugubriOus
"About the same, miss" changed to
the cheerful aThey say he's much bet
ter, miss"
No more counsellngs now with Dame
Grundy as 10 the pFOpriety OF trips to
the roof. Sylvia went every day-twice
day. She knew that some time she
would ilnd him there. Whom az length
she did she almost ran to him for joy.
but remembered suddenly that they
had met only once before SO she call
nd TO hlm from the distance.
"How do you do, Mr.. LaurlsOnT
Paul started up In his steamer chair
and gazed at her Ia glad surprise,
"Why, how do you do again. he
called oheerliy Wont you come over
and shake handsf'
Sylvia came toward him quickly and
extended her little white hand.
II suppose this Is Miss 8. II, | have
the pleasure Of greeting" said Paul,
with cordial lnformality.
Eyes Sylvia Randall" she answered.
II like the queens NAME" Paul COM
mentcd, 'aud wish | could ask her to
stay awhile, but | have no throne to
offer her"
without further ceremony Sylvia sat
down ON the roof and declared herself
comfortable.
II want to thank you, Miss Sylvia"
began Paul slowly. "for your message
while I was III. II did me world of
good"
Sylvia looked up ut him 10 see II be
was making fun of her, but Paul lay
back against the cushions, his eyes ap.
parently closed From beneath those
closed lids, however lac was revealing
In the glory OF Sylvia's hair and In the
color that came aud went In her
I cheeks
n wrote H." explained Sylvia hum.
bly,. before knew you We're III and
before found out that you are real
author"
"And how did you discover thatHa In
uulred Paul,
'In magazine" answered Sylvia
( tersely. "It was a good story much
betler than your rhymes"
"Well, you see, writing poetry isn't
exactly In my line" said Paul. laugh
lng. Il never did Il TN l met you.
but like II just the same, My two
favorite lines are these;
/ 'p. l. was a poet, r. l.. was thief:
| Y, l. came 10 my house and stole hand
karchlaf"
Sylvia hung her head. whether from
noacsty or amusement Paul couldn't
/ tell.
'sThe paper they were written on
( was suspielonsiy wateFmarked." he OBJ
served. "You didn't really cry. did
/ your
Grain vets things" answered Sylvia
| laconlcally, BESIDES. what good would
| u have done to eryT You had my
/ handkerchief"
/ After this auspIel0us beginning the
I chimney postOtllcc was a wonderfully
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