South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1917-07-29

move the news gatherer from his
original assertion that his paper
printed the news. regardless"
SO Bob took the license, and to-
gether they left the office. trusting
TO luck. For a short time they con-
sidered the ACCESSIBILITY OF going
across the street 70 the Office OF a
justice OF the peace. and becoming
married Immediately. before anyone
would have time 20 interfere. but
that didn't seem very romantic. 70
go up into a stuffy lawyers office
and get married without encounter
ing the least opposition. and they
abandoned the idea with dispatch.
Bob was 20 be Grand Custodian Of
the License until the next morning,
at which time he was 20 call for
Esther in his roadster. and from
then on their lives would be one
continual fickerless moving picture
or so they thought The rest Of
the afternoon passed quickly. as
time is all too prone 20 do when
loving couples have a short while
together by themselves. and Esther,
pleading that they would have TO
get some rest so that they could
start early. made Bob leave as early
as Il o'clock. To tell the bitter
truth, Esther didn't get to bed until
nearly 2. and then It was nearly day
light before she dropped of TO sleep.
The eve OF ones wedding is not a
time 20 repOse peacefully.
The groom-to-be was also excited
enough 10 keep him awake until
about 2, but when he struck the
pillow he became sound asleep with
out moments delay. II hardly
seemed possible that he had reached
the Land OF Nod before ne heard
the furious rafting OF the doorknob.
and the voice Of his father. calling
him to awake and let somebody in.
With vague fears that burglars had
in some way managed to carry off
his beloved Esther, Bob threw back
the covers and rushed to the door.
which he opened wide.
Bob's father a morning paper in
his hand, stormed into the room.
who said you could get a license
TO marry Esther Cullinane?" he de-
handed. Bob glanced toward a
chair. over the back OF which hung
the coat he had worn yesterday. In
the inside pocket. snugly hidden.
Mr. Griffith, why don't you ans
wer ,"
Nobody gave me permission"
said Bob Il think I'm just about
old enough 10 be my own boss.
got the license because 7 love her.
and I'm going to marry her"
Look what you got in the paper"
Bob took the extended sheet and
looked at It. There, under a large
heading, was the story OF the re-
porter who couldn't be bribed, and
of the young man who had pressed
a gold piece IN his hand to keep a
story out OF the paper. The reporter
had gone the limit" for the fact
was displayed as prominently as
could be.
IF I'd only shut up" thought
Bob. as his eye caught the list OF
other licenses granted, far down in
one inconspicuous corner OF the
page. everything would have been
all right"
What did you do with your IL
cense? Have you already been mar
ried?" demanded the elder Griffith.
Bob had a decided notion 10 say
yes" TO the last question. bu In
stead. be replied, II have II here.
We're going 10 be married this
morning"
"Oh, you are, are you?" Mr..
Griffith strobe across the room, 10
where Bob's coat was hanging. II
took him but an instant 70 locate
the precious paper. and he pulled
II out into plain sight. Then, while
Bob looked on in amazement, he
tore the thing 10 bits, and flung the
pieces out OF a window. Now let's
see you go ahead. I'll see If you're
going 10 marry a girl whose mother
won't have you" Picking up the
discarded newspaper, the older man
u ent out and slammed the door.