The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, 1921-10-12

lums, perhaps my time Is Of some
value, myselfr
The lack of rhetorical cohesion was

-" o'chls' Hlorehce made perfectly
clear her position as a perbon Of
worth, dealing with the lowest Of all
her interiors. She went on, not paus-
ing:
Il thought, being as was related to
you, and all the family and everybody
else goln' to haf to read your ole
newspaper, anyway It'd be good
thihg If what was printed in 1t wasn't
al disgrace to the family, because
the name of our family's got mixed up
WIN this newspaper; SO here!"
Ihus speaking, she took the poem
from her pocket and with dignity
held 1t forth to her cousin
What's that?" Herbert inquired not
moving hand. He wds but an ANA
teur, yet already enough Of an editor
to have his suspicious.
It's poem," Florence said. "I don't
| KNOW whether eNackly ought to have
1t IN your ole newspaper or not, but on
account of the famlly's sake 1 guess I
better. Here, take it."
Herbert at once withdrew few
steps, placing his hands behind him.
Listen, here" he said "you think we
o. @i'hS " lcuN Il y Wrltln Ill
your ole handwritin' that nobody can
read anyhow, and then go to work and
toll and mol to print it on the prntin'
press1 | guess we got work enough
prlntfn' what we wrote for our news
paper our own selves My goodness,
Florence, l told you this isn't any
child's playr
Florence appeared to be somewhat
baffcd. "Well," she said. "yVell, you
better put this poem In your ole news
paper If you want to have anyhow one
thing In it that won't make everybody
sick that reads it."
firmly.
"What you take us for?" his partner
added, convincingly.
"All right, then" Florence respond
ed, with apparent decisveness. "I'll
go back and tell Uncle Joseph and he'll
take this printing press back"
lie will not take it back. l already
dld tell him how you keep pokln'
around tryn' to run everything, and
we just worried our lifcs out tryin' to
keep you away: He said he betsit was
a hard job; that's what Uncle Joseph
said. So go on, tell him anything you
want to. You don't get yor ole poem
In our newspapers"
Not If she lived to be two hundred
years old" Henry Rooter added.
Then he had an afterthought mot
unless she pays for It,"
"IIow do you mcan7" Herbert asked,
puzzled.
Henry's brow had become corrugat-
ed with no little professional impress
sivcness. "You know what we were
talkin' about this morning." he said.
How the right way to run our news
paper, we ought to have some adver-
tiscments in 1t and everything. Well,
we want money, don't we? we could
put this poem In our newspaper like
an advertisement; that Is, If Florence
has got any money, we could"
Herbert frowned. "If her ole poem
isn't too long. guess we could. Here,
let's see 1t, Florence" And, taking
the sheet Of paper in his hand, he
studied the dimensions OF the poem,
though without painng himself to read
1t. "Woll, guess, maybe we can do
It," he said. "How much ought we to
charge herr"
This question plunged Henry Rooter
into a state OF calculation, while Flor
ence observed him with yelled anxl-
ETY.; but after time he looked up,
his brow showing continued strain.
DO you keep bank, Florence-for
nickels and dimes and maybe quar-
ters. you know7" he inquired.
1t was her cousin who impusively
| replied for her. mo, she don't" he
| said.
mot since was about seven years
old" Florence added sharply, though
with dignity. "Do you still make mud
pies in your back yard, pray2"
'Now, SEQ herel" Henry objected.
"Try and be n lady anyway for few
minutes, can't your I got to figure
out how much we got to charge you
for your ole poem, don't II"
"Well, them" Florence ret' d,
"you better ask me somep'm a. at
that, hadn't your
well" said Henry Rooter, have
you got any money at homer
mo, haven't"
"Have you got any money with
your"
Eyes, have"
"How much is III"
"I won't tell you."
Henry frowned. II guess we ought
to make her pay about two dollars and
a half" he said, turning to his part
ner.
Herbert felt deferential; It seemed
tC him that he had formed business