SOMEWHERE in Siberia, quite unaware of his activities as an absentee
Cupid, Sir Montrose Veyze, of Veyze Holdings, Hampshire, England, with
a spread of huge composition planes where his dovelike wings should
have been, and a quick-firer at his side in place of bow and quiver,
reached out of his aeroplane for the long-overdue mail and read with
languid surprise an invitation to be present at the marriage of Miss
Darcy Cole to Mr. Jacob Remsen, in New York City, New York, on the
preceding Christmas day.
“Now, where the dayvle,” puzzled Sir Montrose Veyze as he rose into the
clouds “did I ever know those people?”
THE END