her. Without knowing why, her eyes filled with tears.

She drew the writing-pad to her; conjured the vision of nice Doc and
of Miss Princess, and, immersed in a sea of feeling, sought for
words and rhyme:


O, young Doctor Al is the pride of the West,
Than big flashy autos his Ford is the best;
Ah! courtly that lover and faithful and true.
And fair, wondrous fair, the maiden was, too.
But O--dire the day! when from Cleveland afar--


A long pause here: "car," "scar," "jar,"--all tried and discarded.
Finally sense, rhyme and meter were attuned:


--afar,
A dastard she met, their sweet idyl to mar.

He won her away with his glitter and plume
And citified ways, while the lover did fume.
O, fair dawned the Wedding Day, pink in the East,
And folk from all quarters did come for the feast;
Gay banners from turrets--


"Missy!"