The log cabin Democrat., 1909-05-07
By ]. S.ckville Martin

that chap there, said Charlie, buoy l antly, buzzing a second ball at the statue. His aim was true. and . sec ond shower of plaster fell. Poor Cupid," said the girl. He ought to have netting put around him"
 "A lot better for the world if he had" said Charlie, promptly.
 "Cynic Who's wasting time now? What are you going to give me."
 Fifteen and licking" But you're not"
 What? Not l5?"
 No. I'll take 15. Not licking"
 You won't be able to help it. Come on,"
 They took their places on opposite sides to the net The service fell to Charlie. Gently he sent the ball across
 If you insult me with another sery- ice like that" said Ede. ignoring 1t, Il won't play. so there,"
 All right then, take that" Char | lie sent in an express. Got you that time, l think"
 Try it again" T will. Take that Oh. pretty"
 Do you mean me?" asked Edie. calmly.
 I'm dashed if l do, my dear, meant your return"
 Yes It did make you look a bit silly, didn't it?"
 Think I look silly"
 You did" All right, my fair cousin, I'll make you look sillier before I've finished with you"
 And l." murmured the damaged Cupid, unheard, will make you both look silly before I have finished with l you. I'll teach you to spoil my plas- ter"
 Service. return. and rally went on through the afternoon. Charlie was hot; Edie flushed and panting Her hair was no longer the perfection of neatness, but it's stray curls framed her face adorably. At length as she rushed across the court to take a short forehand drive. she stumbled. and, putting out her hand to save herself, fell with her palm against the pedestal upon which Cupid stretched his bow.
 "Oh, oh dear," she cried. Eve hurt my wrist" | Whats up now?" said Charlie, l standing over her and looking at the flushed face upturned to his with lively admiration. You're not really hurt, are you?" "I am. It's that statue"
 "Confoundedly in the way, that Gu | pid." growled Charlie. Sure you're not shammng?"
 I'm not. You can look If you like. See my wrist" | Charlie knelt down.
 Its frightfully swollen, isn't it!" she said, extending it.
 Its an awfully pretty wrist" he said, taking 1t tenderly.
 Tt isn't It's swollen"
 "I never knew it was so pretty | before" he continued.
 Its the swelling that makes 1t that shape" she explained. Tt will go down in time"
 "Edie, you little humbug, 1t isn't swollen at all.
 She tried to snatch her hand away.
 "I must say you haven't much sym pathy," she said. Let it go if there's s nothing the matter with it"
 There is nothing the matter with | it; that's why I'm keeping it."
 "I cant see what my wrist is to you"
 No? Suppose l was to ask for the hand?"
 "Charlie."
 "Yes?"
 You What do you Why do you - Oh, don't you think we had bet ter go on with our game?"
 1Couldn't allow it. my dear. Your wrist is sprained Besides, you haven't answered my question"
 You shouldn't ask such silly ques' tions"
 'Is it a silly question:"
 Yes"
 And why?"
 Because because you ought to | know the answer" 1 "Ah!" Conversation became incoherent except perhaps to Cupid, whose Ian guage it was It was at least l5 minutes before English was spoken again.
 ''I wonder what the score was when we left off" said Edie, with a fine air l of detachment.
 "Love-all," murmured Cupid to the rosebushes. "I said I'd teach them tC spoil my plaster"