A SHORT SIBILANT STORY.

Northland Age, Volume IV, Issue 47, 13 July 1908, Page 8

A SHORT SIBILANT STORY.

+ By F. M. Foster. Some sunny September Saturday, short, stout, stalwert Sir Solomon Smith strolled slowly Southend wards Sun shining so strc*ngly, seemed somewhat scorching, so Sir Solomon sought some sheltered spot. Seeing some secluded, solitary, sequestered seat, Sir Solomon sat. Staring sentimentally seawards, Sir Solomon soon saw sweet, saucy Susan Stephenson skillfully steering some small sailing ship. Sir Soilomon stared, Susan's skill seemed so surprising. Suddenly, Susan’s slight skiff sailing sideways, she seemed slowly, surely sinking ! Susan screamed shrilly ! Sir Solomon seriously startled, sat stock still, stunned ! Susan stil'l shrieking, splashing, struggling, Sir Solomon, summoning sense, scampered swiftly seawards, scattering sand, stones, shells, surf, shingle, seaweed, soon submerging, swam swiftly Susanwards ! Seizing Susan’s soft, supple, slender shape. Sir Solomon staunchly supported swooning Susan. Sometimes simple "splashing, sometimes struggling, sometimes sinking, sometimes swimming—still striking sturdily shorewards, Sir Solomon’s superhuman strength, successfully saved shivering, shuddering, sickly, soaking, sobbing, shaking Susan ! She, sneezing seventeen sneezes, seemed slightly shaken. Sorrowfully sympathising, Sir Solomon, seeing Susan's sad, suffering state, sensibly suggested something stimulating. She, simply signifying she should sip something soothing, Sir Solomon sampled some strong spirits ; sugaring some, Sir Solomon served Susan. She sparingly swallqwed six small spoonfuls, stipulating, supplicatingly, Sir Solomon should share some, so Sir Solomon, submitting, soon swallowed several ! Susan, spasmodically sniffing some strong smelling salts, smiling sweetly, said shyly, she seemed somewhat strengthened ! So sturdy Sir Solomon Smith—sweet Susan Stephenson separated. Subsequently, Sir Solomon, seeming somewhat solitary, sought Susan's superior social society. Sauntering slowly, singing softly some soothing song. Susan, seeing Sir Solomon so suddenly, seemed somehat startled ! ‘ Speak, sweetest siren !” stammered Sir Solomon. So Susan spoke, saying She'd seldom seen such splendid self-sacrifice ! Sir Solomon, simpering, surreptitiously surrounding Susan's sloping, shapely shoulders, squeezed Susan ! ‘Sir Solomon shouldn't squeeze so !” said Susan, stopping sauntering, seeming sadly shocked. Sir Solomon, stupidly struck speechless, stared silently. “Say something, Sir Solomon !” said Susan, speaking somewhatsharply ; ‘‘show some sense, sir—say Something suitable, Sir Solomon !” Sir Solomon standing still, spoke solemnly : “Say, ‘Sol,’ sweet Susan!’ “Sol ! sounds so silly !’’ stammered Susan, shyly. “Sweetheart !" said Sir Solomon, sentimentally ; “sweetheart, suppose, Solomon’s Susan shares Solqmon’s surname ?’’ Sir Solomon’s simple, straightforward style, suited Susan, she sighingly surrendered. So Sir Solcimon, semiftg Susan’s snug shawl smoothly sqy«?zed Susan, smartly saluted Susome sweet, sunny, summer Sunday, successfully spliced Susan!—“Chat."