The Washington herald., 1920-06-29

I'll HE honeymoon was at It's
l full. There was a nat with
the reddest of new carpets. tas-
selled portieres and six stems
with pewter lids arranged on a
ledge above the wainscoting of
the dining room. The wonder of
1t was yet upon them. Neither
of them had ever seen q yellow
primrose by the rivers brim; but
If such a sight had met their
eyes at that time IL would have
seemed like-well. whatever the
poet expected the right kind OF
people to see in il beside a prim-
rose.
The bride sat in the rocker with
her feet resting upon the world.
She was wrapt in rosy dreams
ana a kimono of the same hue.
She wondered what the people in
Greenland and Tasmania and Be-
loochistan were saying one to an
other about her marriage to Kid
McQarrr. Not that ii made any
difference. There was no welter-
weight from London to the South
ern Cross that could stand up
four hours-no: four rounds
with her bridegroom. And he had
been hers for three weeks; and
the crook of her little finger
could sway him more than the
fiQf of IA0-nnftnAnr the
world.
Love. when 1t is ours. Is the
other name for self-abnegation
and sacrifice. When ii belongs to
people across the airshaft IL
means arrogance and self-con-
ceit.
The bride crossed her oxfords
and looked thoughtfully at the
distemper Cupids on the ceiling.
Precious" said she. with the
air of Cleopatra, asking Anthony
for Rome done up in tissue pa
per and delivered at residence, II
think ! would like a peach"
Kid McGarry arose and put on
his coat and hat. He was seri-
GUS. shaven, sentimental ana
spry.
"Ali right" said he. as coolly
as though he were only agree
ing to sign articles to fight the
champion of England. I'll step
down and cop one out for you
see?"
Don't be long" said the bride.
I'll be lonesome without my
naughty boy. Get a nice. ripe
one"
After a series of farewells that
would have befitted an imminent
voyage to foreign parts, the Kid
went down to the street.
Here he not unreasonably hesi-
tated. for the season was We;
early spring. and there seemed
small chance of wrestling any
whore from those chill streets
and stores the coveted luscious
guerdon of summers golden
prime.
At the Italians fruit-stand on
the corner he stopped and cast a
contemptuOuS eye over the dis
play OF papered oranges. highly
polished apples and wan, sun
hungry bananas.
Gotta da peaeh?" asked the
Kid in the tongue of Dante, the
lover of lovers
''Ah, no." sighed the vender.
Not for one mont coma da
peach. Too soon. Gotta da nice
a orange. Like-a da orange?"
Scornful, the Kid pursued his
quest. He entered the all-night
chop-housc, cafe, and bowling
alley of his friend and admirer,
Justus O'Callahan. The O'CalIa-
han was about In his institution,
looking for leaks.
Il want 1t straight" said the
Kid to him. The old woman has
got a hunch that she wants a
peach. Now, if you've got a
peach, Cal. get it out quick. 1
want il and others like it il
you've got 'em in plural quanti-
ties"
The house is yours" said O'Cal-
lahan. But there's no peach in
II. It's too. soon. l don't suppose
you could even find 'em at one of
the Broadway joints. That's too
bad. When lady fixes her
mouth for a certain kind of fruit
nothing else won't do. It's too
late now to find any of the first
class frulterers open. But il you
think the missis would like some
rice oranges I've just got a box
of fine ones in that she might"
Much Obliged. Cal. It's peach
proposition right from the ring
of the gong. I'll try further,
The time was nearly midnight
as the Kid walked down the
West-Side avenue. Few stores
were open, and such as were prac-
tically hooted at the idea of a
peach.
Rut in har rooatad dot tba br;do