South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1920-09-19

pCtual smile. She had a wholesome,
Spraggins- love for plain
food. loose clothing. and the society
OF the lower classes. She had too
much health and youth TO feel the
burden Of wealth. She had a wide
mouth that kept the peppermint
pepsin tablets rafting like hail from
the slot-machine wherever she went,
and she could whistle hornpipes
Keep this picture in mind: and let
the artist do his worst.
Celia looked out OF her window
one day and gave her heart 10 the
grocer's young man. The receiver
thereof was at that moment en-
gagged IN conceding Immortality 10
his horse and calling down upon him
the ultimate fate OF the wicked; so
he did not notice the transfer. A
horse should stand still when you
are lifting a crate OF new-laid eggs
out OF the wagon.
Young lady reader. you would
have liked that grocer's young man
yourself. But you wouldn't have
given him your heart, because you
are saving II for a riding-master, or
n shoe-manufac turer with a torpid
liver, or something quiet but rich
in gray tweeds at Palm Beach. Oh,
know about Il. So am glad the
grocer's young man was for Celia,
and not for you.
The grocer's young man was slim
and straight and as confident and
easy in his movements as the man
in the back OF the magazines who
wears the new frtctionless roller
suspenders. He wore a gray bicy-
Gle cap on the back OF his head. and
L i ~ aud CfrF1W
and his sunburned face looked like
one that smiled a good deal when
he was not preaching the doctrine
OF everlasting punishment to deliv-
cry horses. He slung imported Al
fancy groceries about as though they
were only the stuff Re delivered at
boarding houses; and when he
picked up his whip, your mind IN
stantly recalled Mr. Tackett and his
air with the buttonless foilS.
Tradesmen delivered their goods
at a side gate at the hear OF the
house. The grocer's wagon came
about ten in the morning. For three
Gays Celia watched the driver when
he came, finding something new
each time 10 admire in the lofty
and almost contemptuouS way ne
had of tossing around the choicest
gifts OF Pomona, Ceres, and the can
nsrg factories. Then she consulted
Annette.
To be explicit, Annette McCorkle,
the second housemaid. who deserves
a paragraph herself. Annette
F1etcherized large numbers of ro-
mantle novels which she obtained
at a free public library branch do
mated by one Of the biggest caliphs
in the business). She was Celia's
side kicker and chum, though Aunt
Henrietta didn't know IL, you may
hazard a bean or two.
"Oh, canary bird seed" exclaimed
Annette. Amt II a corkin' situa-
ton? You a heiress ard falin' IN
love with him on sight! He's a
sweet boy, too, and above his bust
ness. But he amt susceptible like
the common run Of grocer's assist
ants. He never pays no attention to
me-"
"He will to me-" said Celia.
"Riches-" began Annette, un-
sheathing the not unjustihable fem
mime sting.
"Oh, you're not so beautiful" said
Celia, with her wide, disarming
smile. Neither am /; but he shan't
know that there's any money mixed |
up with my looks, such as they are. |
That's fair. Now, I want you TO lend |
me one Of your caps and an apron, |
Annette"
"Oh, marshmallows!" cried An |
nette. ct see. Amt it lovely? It's
Just like Lurline, the Left-Handed; |
or. A Buttonhole Makers Wrongs |
I'll bet he'll turn out TO be a Count"
There was a long hallway Cor |
"passa geway," as they call IL in the /
land OF the Colonels) with one side |
latticed, running along the rear Of /
the house. The grOcer'G young man |
went through this 10 deliver his |
goods. One morning he passed a /
girl in there with shining eyes. sal |
low complexion, and wide, smiling |
mouth, wearing a maids cap and |