Perth Amboy evening news., 1920-05-24
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The SNOWFALL
BY ANNETTE sYMMEs.
l@ Isae. BY Meclur. Nsw.papsr syndicate.

&c. 1876. BY Mcclure Newspaper syndicste)
1t would never have happened IL the
snow had not been just right for
snowballs-and II the r~ed-cheeked lit
tie boy had not been out at play early.
In his teddy bear suit-and IL the
morning had not been so mild that
the little boys mother had opened
the dining room windows. But the
coincidence Of all these circumstances
resulted thus:
Polly Pritchard, In the upstairs win
dow, looking out at the sunny bright
ness Of the winter morning after q
long bout Of piano practice, saw the
y%oungster In the yard next door, and
was reminded Of her own small
nephew, who was doubtless similarly
dressed and employed at that moment.
Polly was a trife homesick. A month
In a strange city, her time spent either
in the practice previously mentioned,
or In recitlng the lessons thus pre-
pared to a melancholy looking pro-
fessor with a vitrlolic tongue. had
made her yearn for companiopshlp. 1t
Is permissible for the very prettiest
young ladies to make the first ad-
vances to gentlemen whose years rem
der the fuzzy legglngs, sweater and
toque the proper thing in the sports
suit line. therefore she opened her
own window. scooped up a handful
of snow from the piazza roof, nodded
1t into a very soft ball and threw II.
She intended 1t to land just in front
Of the youth she was preparing to
"vamp" as he worked his way along
the path, on his flexible flyer.
But alas! a~lack-a-day! When did
woman hit the mark at which she
aimed, either stone or SNOWFALL? The
soft ball flew neatly in at the open
dining room window. and struck the
superlatively correct khaki back Of a
young officer who had just stepped up
to the sldeboard near the window, pre-
cisely where a snowy bit of collar rose
above the collar Of a tunicl Then, as
Polly had intended when she made the
ball, 1t flew to pieces, with great eff
feet!
The khaki figure became feyerlshly
animated. Polly heard the crisp
J crackle- of speech, as a white handker-
chief sprang to the rescue; a hand
some, clean-cut masculine head popped
out the window, and as Polly, horror
stricken, drew back from the window
where she sat, petrified, she heard q
piping voice:
Honest, Uncle Larry, l didn't! /
- s,-o.- o,,t .o,a Hanask IN frna
don't know nothin' about it,"
Uncle Larry's eyes, sweeping the
horizon for possible marauders, were
arrested for a moment by this hasty
movement of Polly's. partly concealed
though 1t was by the ~draperies. He
ran upstairs to change his collar, and
from that vantage point perceived evil
dences Of guilt-the scoop in the snow
under the window on the piazza roof,
where Polly's hand had gathered it's
SNOWFALL!
"Who lives next door. AnnieT' he
asked at dinner that day, Of his sister.
"An elderly couple named Graves"
was the reply. 'They have a boarder.
a young lady who Is a pupil of Mon
soni's. 1 see her going and coming; a
very pretty, ladylike appearing girl.
Why?"
"Oh, nothing" said Captain Larry.
So 1t was not a roguish maid-servant
nor, obviously. the staid proprietOrs
Of the establishment. 1t must be the
boarder. Captain Larry put on his
cap and went out with Buster after
dinner.
Buster" he said. do you know the
young lady next doorT
i "Oh, yes!" responded Buster en-
Enthusiastically. II say 'HullO' to her
most every day"
Does she 60 out oftenf' he asked.
Eyes, pretty often. She has a furry
brown coat and a great big brown hat,
and there are little dents In her
cheeks" elaborated Buster.
"will you tell me II you see her
come out?" asked the captain. I'll
, give you a nickel If you will"
( "Will you SNOWFALL me, too?' de-
: manded the child like I was a Ger
MANI"
:. "Sure!"
] The captain took up his station on
3 the path, side towards the street. h
6 battle which ensued was thrilling,
very All at once a small voice piped:
There she is, Uncle Larryl There
she is! Comm down the steps. In the
: brown coat. Gimme my nickel"
The captain CALAMITY pulled himself
n together and went into action with
9 true American dash. Walking to the
sidewalk, he lifted his cap to the girl
. in brown, whose cheeks were red as
roses, and whose eyes danced with
n fun.
n Busters done I'll" he said. Il hope
: you'll pardon me, but this morning
= was the recipient Of a-ah-misplaced
: attention from somebody In your
I house. A very little Sherlocking con-
WINGED me. that the young lady in the
house must be the party responsible
and I wished to see her. I asked u
ter to point her out. he has! VIII
you excuse me the-publicity OF the
pointingf"
The dents" in Polly's pink cheeks
Is deepened.