South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1920-09-29

tn, Nay moon shone bright upon
..ae rrivate boarding-house OF Mrs.
-irrDhv. BY reference 20 the almanac
4 large amount OF territory viii be
-i-.l,ercd uDou which Its rays also
ION Spring was On It's heyday with
1-4r-feVer soon 90 follow The parks
were green with new leaves and buy
srs for the western and southern
trade Flowers and summcr-resort
agents were blowing, the air and
answers 90 Lawson were growing
1ni.der. hand-organs. fountains and
Tinochie were playing everywhere.
The windows OF Mrs Murpny's
a.oarding-house were open. A group
boerders were seated on the high
~fro0p upon round Fat mats Ike Ger
saau pancakes
In one Of the second floor windows
rIrs McCasiScy awaited her husband.
Supper was cooling orr tire table. It's
neat went into Mrs MaCaskey.
AT nine Mr. McCaskey came. He
rarried his coat on his arm and his
pipe Ia his teeth. and he apoIogized
fOr disturbing the bOarders on the
step as he selected sLOts OF stone
between them on which 20 set his
size .. width Ds
As ne opened the door Of his room
usual stove-lid or potato-masher for
Dim 90 dodge came only words.
Mr. MCCaskcy reckOncd that the
benign May moon had softened the
breast OF HIS spouse.
i heard We came the oral sub
stftutes for kitcheware. 'Ye can
apollygise 20 riff-rar OF the streets
for settin yer unhandy feet on the
tails Of their frocks but ye'd walk on
the neck Of yer wife the length OF a
clothesline without so much as a
kiss me fut. and I'm sure it's that
long from rubberin' out the windy
for We and the vituais cold such as
there's money 10 buy after dinkin'
up yer wages az Gallegher's every
Saturday eVcnin. and the gas man
here twice today for his"
Woman" said Mr. McCaskey
dashing his coat and hat upon a
chair. ':he noise OF We is an insult
20 me appetite When ye run down
ipoItness We take the mortar from
between the bricks Of the fOunda-
tions OF society. It's no more than
eXercisin the acrimony Of a gentle
man when We ask the dissent OF
ladies biockin' the way for steppln
between them. VIII ye bring the pigs
face or We out OF the windy and see
10 the food
Mrs McCaskey arose heavily and
went % the stove There was some
thing i'm her manner that warned
Mr.. McCaskey. When the corners OF
her mouth went down suddely like a
barometer IL usually fOretold a fall
OF CrOckery and tinware
PiE's face. is ito" said Mrs Nc
Caskey, and hurled a stewpan full OF
bacon and turnips at her lord.
Mrs. MCCaskey was no novice al
Tepartee He knew what should fol.
low the entree. on the table was a
roast sirloiu Of pork, garnished with
shamrocks He retorted with this
and drew the appropriate return Of
bread pudding in an Carthen dish
a hunk OF Swiss cheese accurately
thrown by her husband struck Mrs
McCaskey below the eye. When she
replied with a well-aimed coffee-pot
full OF a hot. black, semi-fra grant
liquid the battle, according 10
courses, should have ended
But Mr.. McCaskey was no fifty
cent table dhoter Let cheap 30.
.heunians consider coffee the end. II
they would. Let them make that
faux pas he was foXier still Finger
bowls were not beyond the compass
OF HIS experience. They were not q
be had in the Pension Murphy; bu
z~eir equivalent was at hand. Tri
1Imphantly he sent the granite-wsr'