The Press., 1911-07-05

enow his contempt for the girl for whose benefit he was posing.
 Finally came his chance for revenge. One day when he was showing off' in the back yard, while his back was to the houses, he heard something
 lightly strike the ground behind him.
 Turning, he saw little posy. Looking up at the next door windows, he saw no one.
 But he knew.
 And where was revenge? He was
 supremely happy. Why?. Not because
 he might throw back this little token.
 Instead of doing so he put it in his buttonhole and looked up at half
 dozen windows, from one of which he
 was sure the posy had been tossed. His face wore smile which he in-
 tended for an appreciative and tender
 one. But intended smiles are always
 like those people put on to be photo
 Rraphed, stereotyped. Nevertheless 1t
 was seen and appreciated by Grace lBuddington, who had thrown the posy. It's the old story of the alternate claw and velvet touch. From time
 immemorial women have poured wa ter-sometimes hot water-on mems
 heads and then have wiped out the
 insult by posy. '....s ..
 This love affair had passed the ex- cruciating first stage. Having been
 begun all wrong, its earlier features
 were distressing to the young man. But as all things are enjoyable from
 antithesis, he found. delight in the very unhappiness that had marked it's beginning. The girl, who at that be-
 ginning had found pleasure in pour
 ing water upon the adornments which the young man-like certain birds who
 disport themselves in rare plumage to.
 attract the female-had put on to please her, pursued the even tenor of her way. She was simply doing her
 share in the love making on feminine inciples-principles that are as far hidden from men as undiscovered nat ural laws Was her first communica-
 ton with him a stroke of genius?
 Did she reason that it was an eff
 cient way of snaring him? Not by those steps which men call reason. i-She chose her way instinctlvely.
 Having first made the young man
 suffer and then given him a sop, the
 young lady proceeded to the next step. Common usage would have suggested an open acquaintance. But Miss Bud 1 dington, as has been observed, was | not prone to use common methods. 1 Was 1t because she acted on the prin- ciple that stolen fruit is the sweetest or did she consider secrecy and du- pliclty better suited to her purpose? Only a woman can answer this ques- l ton, and perhaps no woman could an swer except for herself.
 Miss Buddington now thought it time that her admirer should do some
 thing in the way of courtship, so she
 waited. The young man had learned the whereabouts of her room and had
 learned that it was third story back,
 his own being in like position in his
 own home. A window in each room
 adjoined. He contrived to get note
 to his lady love by tying string to
 the end of his cane and the note on the end of the string, whipping the
 missive into her open window. This led to an endless string between the two windows, over which passed bits
 of nothings, gradually warming up
 until they became words of love. One morning Mrs. Buddington, who was nourishing some plants in her back yard, turning; from them, hap pened to look up at the rear of her 1 dOmicile. Her curiosity was excited
 by an endless string run on two pull leys, the one fixed to a window sill of the adjoining house., the other to 1 the sill of one of her daughters win flows. The lady kept her own counsel, but the same afternoon, seeing the
 young man next door come in, she hurried out to the back yard and con-
 cealed herself under tree, where she
 could keep watch of the endless string.
 It was not long before it began to move, and with 1t folded bit of white paper. A hand detached the paper, and in a few minutes another paper was crawling along the string in the opposite direction.
 "Grace," said Mrs. Buddington the next morning at breakfast, 'get ready Co go to your Aunt Mary's. You will leave on the 2 o'clock train"
 "Why, mother! Whats that forY
 "Never mind what for. And you'll not come back here next autumn. You will go to boarding school"
 But boarding school failed to solve the problem. What there was in pitcher of cold water poured over MT. Tippler and his spick and span outfit to cement him to Miss Buddington as mortar will unite two bricks is mys- tery. At any rate his love once thus
 planted grew furiously, and before the
 first term of school ended he had elOp-
 ed with his lady love.