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v A WINDY COURTSHIP.
At the big, green-painted, pine
smelling hotel on the mountain
side, Mr. "Windy" Devlin un
'doubtedly stood best with the
younger ladies Decked in gor
geously .impossible raiment, vig
orously chewing gum or emitting
a volcanic discharge of black
cigar smoke, he strolled about the
grounds, spreading chaff and
good cheer. It was on one of these
triumphal progresses that he en
countered for the" first time, the
pretty waitress who took care of
table No. 10
"Try some mint gum, pretty
one," he urged. "It's in eighty
seven flavors, aids the digestion,
beautifies the complexion, makes
you taller, sweeter, wiser. Every
body chews it"
The girl did not take the gum.
She looked calmly at "Windy"
and remarked: "Your hat is
perched at an angle of Isfiould
say 79 degrees. There is immi
nent danger of losing it." Then
she walked away. K
"She's from Boston," grinned
"Windy;" and he strolled back to
the smoky office and told Senti
mental yarns until far in the even
ing. "Windy" was hard hit, andt ar
raying himself in a medley shad
ing from rich canary to olive
green, he strolled forth again on
the chance of encountering the
beautiful maid. This time he
found her at the end of the long
veranda reading the pliant of
Omar Khayyam. "Windy' did
not proffer any gifts of gum; also
his hat sat upon his reddish head
so straight that a spirit level
would not have quivered.
"That song and dance of old
Omar is nifty literature," he ven
tured. "Once when I was a boy
I wrote a poem "
"When I was a girl my mdther
had a crazy quilt that had more
shades and tints than a sample
card from a dye factory," said No.
10, without raising her eyes.
"Your shirt revives the memory."
"Windy" grinned and started
away, abashed for the first time
in life. On the way to the office
he sighed' three times.
But "Windy" Devlin tookgodd
care that his clothes should offend
no more. He attired his big body
in black and gray, and sought out
again the beautiful waitress wlia
jead Omar in the twilight and
calculated geometrical angles off
hand. "Windy" had a way of go
ing after things that he desired.
Now he passed by the lounging,
blase dainties in the hammocks,
the romping clear-eyed athletic
girls kat the tennis courts, the
wide-eyed, spectacled blue-stockings
in the deep porch chairs, and
sought out, day after day, the
waitress from Boston. She re
buffed him constantly. She told
him his language was unworthy
of the tongue of Shakespeare; she
suggested that he was descended
from Baron Munchausen, and
hinted at Ananias. But "Windy"
accepted the rebuffs, corrected his
delinquencies and persisted. And
persistence accomplishes- much
At last came the day when he