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Here is the peach that hangs high and sweet all the year around. Even when the wind of D ecember is abroad, howling down the chimneys, and the snow falls white, when all other fruit is gone from the tree, there are plenty of peaches ! Round an icy corner in the bitterest sea son you will come face to face with a smooth, red-cheeked, velvety specimen. In sweet-smelling, faint- green, tender spring along with the rest of the cloud-like blossoms (almond - apple - cherry - plum) peach-blossoms are thick. In summer the peach is in myriads every where. I hey take to the shimmering surf —they climb mountains—and grow in ten nis-courts—and dance the tango under the moon. In red and gold autumn they show their ruddy cheeks on the city streets and country roads. In winter a man may find any variety whatsoever—all sweet and fresh and velvet - chinned. Peaches grow all the year round in every soil for every taste. You will find it lovely in the fashion col onies—and just as rich of bloom and sweet in a tenement hole. Section ©Be 1 IBIS Atlanta American An All-Year-Round Peach A Nell Brinkley Copyright, igij, by The Star Co.