The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1922-02-02

Jerry! l gotta have her, 1 gotta!
want herr
His mouth sagged down suddenly
and on an oblique.
"Say, somebody must have given YOU
a few lessons in nagging, yourself
Thems the lines she used to recite to
me about her she-devil of a mother,
too. Cad! she used to hang on her
mothers apron-strings like she was
tired"
Jerry, I"
Gone, Peachy, don't get me sore.
Come, let's talk about tomorrow. We
gotta get the license first and"
Jerry, I Just a little yes is all 1
want-Jerry dear-just a little yes"
a frown gathered in a triple furrOw
on his brow.
Nov, kiddo, you got to cut that
with me, and cut it quick. If there's
two things [ can't stand it's nagging
and pouting. Cloonan can tell you
what pOuting can drive me to. I'll beat
it out of that girl of mine before she's
through with me- and l won't stand it
from no one else. Now cut it, PeaChy,
that's a nice girl
She stood palpitating beside the win
dow, her eyes flashing to his face and
fastening there.
God II wanna 60"
".Where?"
Her glance flashed past him out of
the window and across the patch Of
rear lawn. A street car bobbed across
the country; she followed it with eager
eyes.
Il wanna CO."
He advanced conciliatOry. CAV.
now, Peachy, n row just the day before
we are married! You don't want 10
start out making me train you just
like you was a little kid. If you was
a little girl l could beat your little
ways out of you, but l wanna be on
the level with you and show you how
nice l can be. All the things I'm going
to give you, all"
Quit, you! 1 wanna go! I wanna
g0r'
You can go to HI, for my part
I'm going to get a steak inside of me
| before we bulge. Quit your foOling
See, you nearly got me sore there.
Come, the car won't be back for us
until six. Come, Peachy, come"
She was past him and painting down
the stairs, out across the patch Of rear
lawn, and toward the bObbng street
car, the streamer of ribbon at her
throat flying backward over her Shout
der.
In the bargain basement of the III
tanic store the first day Of the spring
! opening dragged to its close
In careless similitude the bargain
basement of the Titanic store resusci-
tated from its storerooms and from
| spring openings long gone by, dusty
garlands of cotton May blossoms fes-
I looming them between the great white
supporting pillars Of the basement and
INTERVENING them.
over the white goods counter and
over Sunday as it were a papier-mache
pergola OF green latticework and more
cotton-back Nay blossoms had sprung
up as if the great god Wotan had built
it with a word. Sadie Barnet's own
mid-aisle bin had blOssomed into a
sacrificial sale Of lawn remnants, and
toward the close of the day her stock
Jay low, depleted.
Max MetZer leaned out of his bower,
and how muted his voice was if it came
from an inner throat that only spoke
when the heart babe it.
Little one, them remnants went like
hot cakes today, didn't they?"
Hot cakes Well, l guess. You'd
have thought there was a mill-end sale
on postage stamps
And if you don't look all tired out !
If you just DON'T"
| The ready tears swan in her voice.
"It's-its been awful-me away from
her all day like this. But anyways,
| got news for her when l 90 home
tonight about her five weeks benefit
money. Old Criggs was grand"
"They say the girls up in the ribbons
been crying all day. She was no love
bird, but they say she wasn't bad I'M
| derneath."
| God knows she wasn't. l got sore
| at her sometimes, but II know she