The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1921-11-17

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without screaming. Her provocation
was great; the important importance
of Herbert and his friend, impressive
ly ma%neuvering upon their fence, was
so extreme as to be- all too plainly Wis
IDLE across four intervening Droad
back yards; in fact, there was almost
reason to suspect that the two per-
formers were aware of their audlehce
and even of her goaded condition; ana
that they sometimes deliberately IN
creased the outrageousneSs OF their
importance because they knew she
was watching them. And upon the
Saturday Of that week, when the note-
book writer's were upon the fence at
intervals throughout the afternoon,
Florence Atwater's fascinated indigna-
tiou became vocal.
"Vile things !" she said.
Her mother. sewing beside another
window of the room, looked up In
quiringly.
"What are, Florence?'
cousin Herbert and that nasty III
tie Henry Rooter."
"Are you watching them agalnF
her mother asked.
"Yes, l am" said Florence, tartiy.
mot because ! care to, but mercy
10 amuse myself at their expense"
Mrs. Atwater murmured depre"at-
ingly. Couldn't you find some other
way to amuse yourself, FlorenceT
"I don't call this amusement" me
Inconsistent girl responded, not with
out chagrin. think I'd spend all my
days .starfn' at Herbert Illingsworth
Atwater, Junior, and that nasty little
Henry Rooter, and call it amusement
"Then why do you do it?'
"Why do / do what, mama? tlor-
ence inquired as if In despair OF MRS.
Atwater's ever learning to put things
clearly.
"Why do you spend all your days
watching them? You don't seem aple
to keep away from the window, ana
if appears to make you irritable.
should think if they wouldn't let you
play with them you'd be too proud
"Oh. good heavens, mama?
Don't use expressions like that'
Florence, please"
"Well,' said Florence, 81 got to use
some expression when you accuse me
of wantin' to play with those two we
things My goodness mercy, mama, l
don't want to play with EN-. I'm
more than four years old. l guess
though you don't eve seem willing TO
give me credit for 1t. / don't hat to
play all the time. mama and, any
way. Herbert and that nasty little
Henry Rooter aren't playing, either
Aren't they" Mrs. Atwater in
quired. II thought the other day you
said you wanted them to let you play
at being a newspaper reporter, or ell
tor, or something like that, with Them
and they were rude and told you to go
away. Wasn't that it?'
cert'nly wasn't"
'They weren't rude to you?"
Eyes, they c~ert'nly were!"
well, then"
Mama, can't you understand
Florence turned from the window 10
beseech Mrs. Atwater's concentration
upon the matter. ut isn't playing!
l didn't want to play being a report
err; they amt playing"
Aren't playing, Florence"
"Yes'm. They're not. Herberts
got a real printing press; Uncle 10
seph gave it to him. It's a real one,
can't you UNDERESTIMATE
an try,' said Mrs. Atwater. You
get so excited about 1t, Flor
I'm not !" Florence turned vehe-
II guess it'd take more than
those two vile things and their old
press to get me excited!
don't care what they do; it's far less
than nothing TO me All I wish Is
they'd fal! OF the fence and break
their vile ole necKs!"
With this manifestation of imper-
sonal calmness, she turned again 10
the window but her mother protest
you, Florence; and quit watching
those foolish boys; you mustn't let
them upset you so by their playing"
Florence moaned. They don't up
set me. manual They have no effect
on me by the %slightes. degree And /
told you. mama, they re not playing"
'"rhen what are they doingf"
well. they're having a newspaper.
they got the printing press and an
office in Herberts ole stable, and ey-
erything. They got somebody TO give
some ole banistets and q railing
rom a house that was torn down
.;omewheres, aod Thea they got !. stuck
Up in the stable loft, 80 il runs across {
With a kind o; 81 ga:a ~ the middle Of {
hese bantsuers, and on u side Is ]
he printing press, and the other side |
hey got a desk from that nasty little !
Henry Rooter's mothers attic; and a /
able and some chairs. and a map on
he wall and that's tnei' newspaper I
flee. They go out and look for What's S
he news, and write IT, down III ink: S
then they go through The gate to '
ne other side Of the railing where the S