The Hope pioneer. [volume] (Hope, N.D.) 1882-1964, 1914-05-07
An understood CUPID
by FORBES DWIGHT.

4 BY FORBES DWIGHT.
Perhaps the best description of VII.
liam Roles that IA be given is to say
that his idea Of q highly hilarious eve-
ming was to spend it searching for
certain Elusive Greek roots. That
perhaps gives a very proper idea Of
the gentleman and renders Il unneoss,
sary to mention his heavylensed tor.
t~oise-shelled s%pectaclee, his basRy
clothes. his absurd ties, and his cir Of
always having something very i'm
portaht on his mind.
Resides Greek roots there was one
thing worthy Of mention In Williams
rather austere and ascetio life; and
that was q bow-legged undershot, To-
pound bulldog rejoicing In the highly
un-Hellenic name Of Fra1zles.
William Boles sat alone that April
evening in his study at the house OF
his widowed sister with whom he
boarded and who was Unfortunately
proud Of Williams bullying forehead
and his success with Greek roots. Fraz-
zles was capertQg joyfully somewhere
about the yard below, and William
should have been on the trail Of the
usual Greek root. But instead he was
staring moodily at a bit of paper be-
fore him. On the paper were sundry
lines. each beginning with q capital.
One would never have thought of the
austere William as breaking out into
meterical thought; indeed. 1t surprised
William as much as 1t would have done
any n else.
New neighbors had moved into the
house next door. and n of the said
new neighbors-the daughter Of the
house-had q most amazing pair of
violet eyes. William had first noticed
them when he had see her making
friends with Frazzles through the
fence one day. They were most dis
turbing eyes.
William had known by certain all
too apparent signs that he was rapidly
descending into paths of insanity. but
tonight the browning climax Of it all
had come. He had written a poem. a
poem about her eyes-28 lines Of soul.
full dnvel in iambic hexameter.
William, oh, William!" called his
sisters voice from the hall below.
Here's Frazzles coming up to you."
A moment later Frazzles was claw
ing vigorously at the door. William
opened it and in bounded 70-odd
pounds of animation, fresh from a
romp with the girl next door. William
~abstractedly watched him scurrying
about the study.
He stepped to the table and picked
up his recent assault upon prosody.
Her eyes were starry and liquid and
like the stars and all the rest Of It;
that was perfectly true, but that didn't
make him any less a silly fool for writ
ing those verses. What would she say
II she ver saw them?
He snatched them angrily up,
crumpled them in his hand and hurled
them to the floor.
"And that's the end of that" said
William Boles. with finally.
Frazzles ceased growing at a has.
sock and cooked an a i. When the
paper hit the floor he bounded for
ward. In another moment it was in
his mouth.
Here! Here, sir! Come here!"
William commanded In his most DOM
ineering voice. But Frazzles. remem.
bering many a gambol with an old
shoe in his mouth and William in pur-
suit, bounded joyfully about the room,
bolted down the stairs with the howl
ing William in pursuit, edged through
the front door, which was open. and
sped down the front path.
William went to the gate and whis'
tied.
Then on the next porch he heard
words that fairly froze his blood.
That's the good Frazzles! Give
it to me! That's the good old fellow!"
William felt his knees giving way
beneath him. He had headed those
varses-headed them like a the senti,
mental fool he was. he now remember
ed-"To Margaret's Eyes"
Quite involuntarily he whistled for
Frazzles again.
Footsteps sounded on that next
QOICA. 4uo NAA0o W0A0 pUoA00 ooAO0
She stood there looking owe at them.
Where you looking for Frazzles,
Professor Boles?" she asked.
Every one called him professor"
although he was not q full-fedged
one as yet. It seemed so natural, and
SO eminently fitting.
"No-er-yes-that is. is he there?"
he stammered miserably.
She leaned farther across the porch
railing.
He's just brought me-what you
sent me-" said she.
II didn't send It," he cried in an
guish.
you didn't? Didn't you write lit"
"1es; I'll have to admit I wrote It,
but I never intended you to see it."
"Oh." she said In disappointment.
"1t's such a lovely poem, too."-
William gdpped the gateposts hard
er. Was she having covert fun with
him?
"1-I-good heavens. what do you
think of met" he groaned..