WHAT THE WIND DID
By Roy Burdick Pease
Plain David Brown was used to
plain and homely things. He was re
pressed and homely himseTf.-except
when his great soul spoke forth.
There were occasions where, in his
lectures at the town college where
he was a professor of metaphysics,
the plain, simple face was trans
formed under the influence of elo
quence and enthusiasm.
It was a windy day in fact, tak
ing his customary stroll and forced
to hold on his broad-brimmed hat,
David cast his weather-wise eyes
across the sky and discerned hurri
"I'll get back to the college," de
cided David, but just then he noticed
that the Dale place, a cottage that
had been for some time without a
tenant, showed signs of life and ac
tivity. He had heard that a widow
with two small children, a Mrs.
Briggs, had purchased the place.
"That must be Mrs. Briggs now,"
ruminated the professor, who took
note of everything going on usually.
She was hanging up her washing
and it was a big one. She was young
looking, handsome and alert as she
moved among the fluttering gar
ments. "Oh, dear me!" challenged the pro
fessor as he turned to regain shelter.
There was a roar, a ripping, tear
ing sound. Down to earth swooped
a mighty wind. The lady grasped at
a string of clothes torn loose at both
ends. Then, holding the grouped
mass in her arms, petrified she saw
the second line of clothes wrenched
from place and go sailing aloft and
then make a dive.
The tangled rope caught the pro
fessor about the shoulders, just es
caping a plunge into the mud and
mire of the street In fact, caught in
a vortex, they wound round and
"Extraordinary!" he uttered. J
"Oh, you grand man!" cried the
flurried woman, hastening to the
spot. "You've just saved the clothes
from being utterly ruined. That's it
you hold them tight until I remove
them, one by one."
"I declare!" muttered the profes
sor, and not displeased. Never had
a bonny female face been so close to
his. Their hands touched at times
and it gave him a tingle and a thrill.
Finally the' lady had the clothes in
her arms, tightly held. Her animated
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face regarded him over the top of
the white, fluttering barrier.
"Are they all safe?" he asked in
an 'embarrassed, hesitating way.
"All but one sheet," was the reply.
"I saw that go over the tops of those
trees yonder toward the woods."
"I will look for it," began the pro
fessor. "No, no," objected the lady. "It
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