South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1920-05-24
VioletS and Apple Blossoms
By Louise Oliver

| In the spring the whole worlds
| fancy lightly turns 20 thoughts OF
love" would have been a more ex-
pansive and quite as true a saying as
I the one with which we are familiar.
Even Mrs. Irons. lingering over
/ her cup OF coffee after her husband
had left for the office. sighed uncon-
sciously several times as the warm
blOssOm-laden breeze gently blew IN
the dining room window. bringing
memories Of other springs and or
girllsh affairs long forgotten.
Finally she shook herself free
from her revery Time was going
and dishes were 10 be cleaned up and
she had "a fun days work ah.ad. She
had been so busy with emergency
classes and sewing for the soldiers
and the spring cleaning had had 10
wait Now she realized that il she
wished 20 finish before very hot
weather she would have 20 begin at
once. The attic was scheduled for
today. and Mrs. Irons. prepared for
the onslaught on six months &C
cumula ton OF dirt. did not look SEN
timental I'm her bungalow apron OF
checked Bingham. a Mother Goose
dust cap. rubber gloves. Resides she
had discovered that dust in the
house is as harmful 20 the eyes as
dust In the road. so she had ingen-
iously appropriated a pair OF En-
ery's road glasses for sweep days,
and wore them now
To have glanced at a portrait or a
very splendid looking woman In a
silver frame on the table IN the liv-
ing room where Mr.. Irons insisted
on having II right next 10 his tobac-
co jar. one would never have sus-
pected that the person ascending the
attic stairs armed with broom. dust
pan and bucket could be the same
Individual No wonder Polonius
said TO Laertes, Rich thy raiment
as thy purse can buy" lie knew the
power of clothes. And If clothes
make the man. what do they do 70
the woman? But OF course. this is
DEPRESSING Our story has less to do
with Mrs. Irons clothes than il has
20 do with her signs, for throwing
up the winter-sealed windows. the
same soft, sedulous breeze came
wiling in. And Mrs. Iron sighed
again.
But. Of course, her mood changed
when she began TO realize the con-
dition OF things Being a model wife
and housekeeper. it shocked her i'm
IN easurably to think that so much
dirt should accumulate in her house.
And for several hours her broom
flew, her scrubbing brush ratified.
ana chamois whined over the win
dow panes.
At last the dirt was out. except
what had adhered to her. and she
came to the sorting out process.
Reserve bed clothing had 10 be
shaken out Of its moth ball coma, |
summer garments ousted from !
trunks 10 make room for furs and |
accumulated Junk" sorted for
ragman or rubbish man. keepsakes |
gone over laughed over or cried /
over and replaced in their paste |
board boxes.
Mrs. Irons had come down as far 4
as the keepsake process.
On the floor i'm front of an old I
bureau with yawning drawers, she
sorted letters and pictures of time
gone by-carefree. mad. happy time
Of her girlhood. when as Flora
Fleming she had hearts strung aqui-
yer. pierced by the arrow Of her
charms The hearts had offered
homage by the usual various tokens
that youth in love generally sends
his lady. and Mrs. Irons now finger
ed tenderly punches Of faded flow
ers strings Of candy spoons. repre-
senting on an average five pounds
Of bon-bons apiece. photographs,
etc
And as the blossom-sweet breeze
blew dangerously in she suddenly
found herself with a dry bunch OF
violets in one hand and a photograph
OF Fred Mapleton in the other. Mrs.
Irons sighed again and looked long
and searchingly into the dark. pas
sionate eyes that smiled back mys-