Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-09-17
Cupid Tries
 His Wings.
By Jeanneffs Wiison.
Copyrighted. 1907. by Jessie Morgan.

 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 roofv' 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 her shriveled fingers ruefully. "She knew I 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. .. :
 T might meet some one," she ex- plained, 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 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, notic- 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- suming his constitutional.
 "It's-its my own waist, you see, " stammered Sylvia.
 Paul turned.
 "Is it, indeedT' he replied. "Then Pm doubly glad I rescued it."
 T mean, laundered it for myself. don't go out. Sarah didn't come. I didn't think there'd be any one up here"
 At this Paul burst into laugh that even Sylvia in her embarrassment found contagious.
 q 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. Tt was the maid who was in the garden"
 Honest, was it?" asked Paul. "I never was much good on poetry. al- ways thought it was the queen, but I'm delighted to find 1t is really both.'
 Without another word Sylvia vanish ed, leaving Paul transfxed with as tonishment.
 How deliciously naive and ,ehildlike she isv he chuckled as he sought a sunny corner in which to stretch his lazy length. Having found one, he smoked cigarette or two and then fell to 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, and there remained O handful of fully trifes that had to be laundered. Syl. via went at the task with commenda- hle resignation. The drying stage reached, with careless indifference to appearances she ran up to the roof bareheaded 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 flrmness that defied whirlwinds.
 This accomplished, scrap of paper Tapping in the side of the chimney at, tracted Sylvia's 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 BOWIls 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 it, but without success. A small sharp pointed stick proved equally futile Suddenly in a corner she found burn. ed match. Triumphantly she scratched a word across the rhymes and then put them back in the chimney.
 Here, an hour or two later. Paul found than. So the queen had not come ints the garden again. he argued, It was just as well perhaps. He was about to tear up the nonsense when Sylvia's scrawling letters caught his eye.
 "sIlly." he spelled, and shouted with amusement
 Then be pocketed the misslve. sc oddly transformed from the ridiculous to the sublime, and sought his favorits corner. There was no sun shining o1 1t today, ssd the wind was bleak. but he turned up his coat collar and settled down to a smoke and more scribbllngs The latter he soon read aloud: One bright and sunny morning. When windy was the weather ehanced to meet a young maid Sweet as Scottish heather. I began 10 compliment And she began to cry:
 ~How-do-you-do and hov-do-you-do.
 And why do you say goodbyr
 After applauding his own perform rnce Paul got up to deposit the eTusioz s fn the friendly ehfuueT cTevice. A