Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1919-05-15

ounce OF his three hundred and fifty
seven pounds was potentially enam-
ored OF goddess who could steer
such eats to him. Which made the
case extremely serious.
Say. Benz"
"Huh?"
Pod only shifted uneasily in the huge
chair. and sucked at his smoke, which
had gone out.
"Oh nothing" he mumbled. Il
was just thinkin, that's ALL"
About a week after this first faint
| Tapping OF the wings of self-exposi-
ton, a wonderful September moon, full
and round and golden, shone through
the heat OF the city haze and flooded
the windows of the pals sitting-room.
They sat smoking, lights out, with
their feet on the sill; and the magic
of the night, the orb, the breeze. stir
red Stats to condolences.
"Say, Ben," he commenced once
more, embarrassed as school-boy.
He could face the world with smile,
and ICON" it without batting an eye;
but to open his huge heart to his pal
caused the sweat to bead his brow.
Uneasily he mopped 1t. "Ben?"
"Huh?"
"Say - you an me we - you
| know"
Know what? Uneasyi Want to
beat out on the pike again, and put
the trimming tools to work once more?
Forget it! All of. Bo! We"
Back up! You're in wrong! You
an me, we've been runnin'-mates now
for ten or twelve years. We've nick.
ed high an panhandled low. Some
times we've been on the outside, look
in in, sometimes the reverse.
We've got ours in about every
known country in the world. an some
unknown countries; we've laid on vel
vet an again on the rods. Our little
mob of two has certainly been some
swell mob, an you've been one classy
pal, but-well-"
We'll, what?" demanded Ben, with
sharp, half-guilty glance at the huge
bulk beside him in the moonlight
What you got on your chest?"
"I-this- l mean, this this single
life proposition amt the silky frame
up it's touted to be, after all" Pod
continued hoarsely.
when gink is young an every
thin's fallin' his way. he naturally
rolls away from anythin' permanent
in the skirt line. All right! But when
the ivores begins to shy off and the
noble brow begins to connect with
the neck, right over the dome of the
bean-aw. nothin' to it, kid, nothin'
to it,"
Stats made an out-sweep with his
huge fist. as though to drive dull
bachelorhood away, and sighed power
fully.
Its then a man gets ripe to tumble
for something smooth in the she.line,
Ben! It's then he's the fall-guy for
the cozy home idea! Say! Amt you
never framed it, what? Amt you
never fell for none o. this here cream
stuff. yourself?"
Ben only shift uneasily in his
chair, and gruntet omething unintel-
ligible.
One might have thought sudden
chill of hostility had all at once fallen
over him; but if SO, Stats took no
heed.
Instead, with a rapt smile at the
moon and a new timbre in his mighty
voice, he went on resistlessly:
Love, ah, love! It's some best bet,
believe me. It's right steer, an no
comeback! Love builds the cottage
where the birds do warble an they's
ivy round the door, like in them Illus
trated songs, Ben.
Love comes across with the prattle
of innocent voices an the patter OF
feet that amt never hiked on no
White Ways. Love greets you
at the door with Il glad fin, after
you've had the rough toss outside.
1T bats you on the knob with baby
mitts an whispers 'Dad!' in your re-
ceiver. 1t sets on your knee an hands
you kiss, front O. the fireplace when
the snow is blowin' outside. oh, it's
the smooth proposition, kid. surcst
thing you know"
"Uh-huh?"
mix on this rovin,' Ben! Nix, not,
no more! No more raw Geals. All il
means is, even hidin' up like here. al.
ways afraid somebody's goin' to cook
US. after all.
1T means stir, in time: slip.up,
somewhere, some day; and for fin
ish, the slab am the table. i been
thinkin', kid, thinkin' long an hard.
Me for the happy home, the fam.
lily, the peachy frau, the lawn-mOwer,
hose, garden, an all thereto appertain-
in. An when it's time to blow my
light out, no crocus carvin' me an no
pine board, but right pebble over
me, plumb respectable, Ben-past all
squared an forgotten AL turnout
with a dozen hacks, an the Sacred