South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1921-04-01

The honeymoon was at its full.
There was a flat with the reddest
OF new carpets. tasselled portieres
and six stems with pewter lids ar
ranged on a ledge above the wains-
coting OF the dining room. The won
der Of it was yet upon them. Neither
OF them had ever seen a yellow
primrose by the rivers brim: but
IL such a sight had met their eyes
at that time IL would have seemed
like-well. whatever the poet ex-
pected the right kind of people to
see in IL beside a primrose.
The bride sat In the rocker with
her feet resting upon the world. She
was wrapt in rosy dreams and XII
mono Of the same hue. She wond-
cred what the people in Greenland
and Tasmania and Beloochistan
were saying one to another about
her marriage to Kid McGarry. Not
that IL made any difference. There
was no welterweight from London
10 the Southern Cross that could
stand up four hours-no; four
rounds-with her bridegroom. And
o
and the crook of her little finger
could sway him more than the fist
Of any 142-pounder in the world.
Love, when it is ours. is the other
name for self-abnegation and sacri-
flee. When It belongs to people
across the airshaft IT means AFRO
gance and self-conceit.
The bride crossed her oxfords and
looked thoughtfully at the distem-
per Cupids on the ceiling.
Precious" said she, with the air
OF Cleopatra asking Antony for
Rome done up in tissue paper and
delivered at residence, II think
would like a peach"
Kid McGarry arose and put on
his coat and hat. He was serious
shaver, sentimental, and spry.
"All right" said he, as cody as
though he were only agreeing &c
sign articles TO fight the champion
of England. I'll step down and cor
one out for you-see?"
Don't be long," said the bride
Il Il
naughty boy. Get a nice. ripe one
After a series of farewells tha
would have befitted an imminent
voyage to foreign parts, the Kid
went down to the street.
Here he not unreasonably hest
tated, for the season was yet early
spring, and there seemed small
chance of wrestling anywhere from
those chill streets and stores th'
mer's golden prime.
At the Italians fruit stand on thu
corner he stopped and cast a con
temptuous eye over the display Of
papered oranges, highly polished
apples and wan, sun-hungry ba
nanas.
Gotta da peach ?" asked the KID
| In the tongue of Dante. the lover
of lovers.
"Ah. no." sighed the vender. "No'
/ for one mont coma da peach. Toe
soon. Gotta da nice-a orange. Like
a da orange?"
| Scornful, tho Kid pursued hi
quest. He entered the all-nigh'
/ chop house, cafe, and bowling al
! ley of his friend and admirer, Justu.
| O'Callahan. The O'Callahan wa:
about in his institution. looking fol
| leaks.
"I want IL straight" said the KID
| to him. 1.-The old woman has go
hunch that she wants a peach
Now, If you've got a peach. Cal, ge
ii out quick. / want 1t and Others
like it, il you've got 'em in plura
quantities"
The house is yours" said O'Cal
lahan. But there's no peach in II
/ It's too soon. 1 don't suppose yo,
could even find 'em at one of th'
Broadway joints. That's too bad
When a lady fixes her mouth for G
| certain kind of fruit nothing els
won't do. It's too late now to fint
any of the first class fruiterers open
But If you think the missis would
like some nice oranges I've just go
a box of fine ones in that she
might"