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DAILY SHORT STORY
" The Lady Revises.
Often had young Ellis Law
rence Dunraven longed in his
heart to pen an ode to the eye
brow of his fair mistress. Like
all true poets he had written of
this, that and the other but nev
er had he dared to pen lines to
,Miss Pamela Higgins. For the
lady called 'a spade a spade, and
saw no beauty in the purple
In an hour such as all true
poets have, however, young Dun
raven succumbed. The result was
an 80-line poem about Mistress
Pamela Higgins. Then Pegasus
fell with a bump and a sprawl,
and the poet was afraid to 'go and
tell the lady. 'At last, however,
the beauty of it all worked on
him again and he buckled on a
white vest and the kind of limp,
soiled lavender tie that poets af
fect, and told her all about it.
"It is called 'Lines to Aphro
dite," said the poet.
"Humph !" scoffed Miss Hig
gins. As I remember, Miss Aph
rodite was a rather flighty god
dess. If this poem is about me,
you call it 'Lines to Pamela Hig
"Y-e-e-s," stammered young
Dunraven, in confused delight.
'That is the idea, if you will per
mit. It will disturb the rhythm a
little, but I can remedy that."
Dunraven read, the hectic flush
of poesy in his cheek: "O, Aphro
dite, fairest god of Greece"
"Look 'here!" snapped Miss
Higgins. "What did I tell you
about that mythological non
sense. You change that line to
'O, Pamela Higgins, most beau
tiful maid in Caneyville!' "
"But," faltered Ellis Lawrence
Dunraven, "the meter the
rhythm the feet !"
"Very well," said Miss Hig
gins. "Go sit by the seashore and
read it to the sea gulls by the light
o'f the harvest moon, then. I will
have no such nonesense about j
me." She brought her fist down
upon the center table and picked
up the Standard Cook Book.
"All right," agreed Lawrence,
and changed the line; then read
"Lovely deity, drifting on the
"Make that 'Lovely sweetheart
sweeping floors and baking pies' "
commanded Miss Higgins.
With a gasp of despair the poet
changed the golden lines. "Now
read the rest," snapped the lady.
"Take thou my heart, my life,
my love ;
And sail with me o'er golden,
Miss Higgins cackled derisive- y
ly while youngJDunraven glowed
with the fervor of love and trem
bled in the depths of poetic des
pair. ."You'll have to change that,"
ordered his idol. "Make it:
'Will you not wed with me, my
handy girl, ,
And cook and mend and stitch'
for me forever.' "
Young Dunraven groaned, but
made the change. Miss Higgins
leaned eage"rly forward and half
closed her eyes. They were not at