THE PRANKS OF THE WILFUL WIND.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume VII, Issue 11, 14 March 1891, Page 3

THE PRANKS OF THE WILFUL WIND.

What pranks the winds will play ! They conspire to make a man appear like a perfect fool ; they do make him ridiculous ; but there is no use in his getting angry about

The train had just drawn up to the station. It hadn’t a minute to wait, and a good-looking young fellow who was struggling to get a bundle out of a farm waggon, in which he had evidently come from the interior, apparently knew it. There was a girl waiting on the platform to bid him good bye. She was an awfully pretty girl, with cheeks the colour of the red onions they grew across the bay. She was as nervous as the young man, and t hey were both afraid he would miss the train. He got the bundle out at last, rushed to the platform and grasped the pretty girl’s hand. He bent his head, she raised her ruby red lips, the passengers in the car who had caught on held their breath, when, iust as the two pairs of lips were about to touch, the wicked wind sent the young man’s hat Hying. He stopped right there, to the great disappointment of the onlookers and the boundless dismay of the girl, and started for his hat. He got it, but in his excitement tripped over his own feet, and fell all over himself. The people on the troin roared with laughter, and even the pretty girl on the platform smiled while she cast a shy glance at whence came the sound of mirth. There was no more time to be lost, and the young man managed to gather himself together and leap upon the train. Everybody felt sorry for him, anil a commercial traveller in the smoking carriage grieved so much over what the young lady lost, lie blew her a kiss through the carriage window himself, apologizing to his companions by saying that was the best he could do under the circumstances.