Bridgeton pioneer., 1908-07-09
Cupid Tries
His Wings.
BY .Jeanneffe Wi1sos1.
Copyrighted, 1907, by Jessie Morgan

look cut at the spring landscape ant
Sighed.
you'll be all right now, my boy
was the doctors parting shot "Jus,
<ake plenty of fresh air. Get up or
the roof as often as you can"
"Confound the roofw muttered Paul
out he took his overcoat and went up
In the apartment below the bach.
slors', her eyes red with weeping, Syl
via Randall was washing out lin.
gerie waist.
"It's mean of Sarah not to come
today,' she complained. regarding her
shriveled fingers ruefully. ''She knew
Il 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.
81 might meet some one," she ex-
planned, with a demure little smile at
her reflection in the mirror.
A strong wind whistling over the
bousetops 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 root
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-
suming his constitutional.
*It's-its my own waist, you see"
stammered Sylvia
Paul turned.
els it, indeed?'' he replied. "Then
I'm doubly glad rescued it,
Il mean, laundered it for myself.
don't go out. Sarah didn't come.
didn't think there'd be any one up
here"
At this Paul burst into a laugh that
oven Sylvia in her embarrassment
found contagious.
II see," he said, ''you are the queen
In the garden, hanging out the
9ethes." .-~-.>-.,-a4x.= =..-,A-.--4-se.s
8 Sylvia assumed an injured look.
. You know that isn't right" she cor
recred. lit was the maid who was in
the garden
Honest, was it?' asked Paul 81
OeVer was much good ON poetry. 1 al
ways thought it was the queen, but I'm
delighted to find it is really BOTH
Without another word Sylvia vanish
ed 1aaEing Paul transhxed with as
Stonishment.
<.How deliciously naive and childlike
she Isl 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
% seEibbiing
What he scribbled 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 a handful of fluffy
Srifes 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-
eles yagrantly disposed, each piece was
pinned to the line with frmness 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
I! Seeking recreation.
/ When suddenly the wind changed,
Bringing variation.
= The queen was in the rooftree
! Hanging out her gown.
Along came 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 them. So the queen had not
: come into the garden again, he argued
: Ut was just as well perhaps. He was
about TO tear up the nonsense when
Eyivia's scrawling letters caught his
eye.
"silly,' he spelled, and shouted witt
amusement
Then he pocketed the missive, sc
oddly transformed from the ridiculous
to the sublime, and sought his favorit;
corner. There was no sun shining OF
1t today, and the wind was bleak, bu
he turned up his coat collar and settled
sZ3ewn to u smoke and more scribblings
The latter he soon read aloud:
One bright and sunny morning,
When windy was the weather.
y CHANGED to meet a young maid,
Sweet as Scottish heather.
J began to compliment,
Aya1 ch hccy 70 Ovr-s