Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1921-10-29
PART iI---continued.

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For. by the time these explanations
ESQ to call them) took place, Florence
vas indeed maxim fuss. Her emo
lions, Mt FIRST, had been happily stimu-
hted at sight Of by Florence At
cater A singular tenderness had
risen In her--a tremulous sense as Of
something almost sacred coming at
last into Its own and she had hurried
10 distribute, gratis, among relatives
and friends, several copies OF the ORR
ole, paying for them, too (though not
without injurious argnment) at the
rate of two cents copy. But upon
returning to her own home, she be-
came calm enough (for a moment or
SOY to look over the poem with at
tention to details She returned has
tily to the newspaper building, but
would have been wiser to remain
away, since all subscribers had re-
ceived their copies by the time she got
there; and under the circumstances
little reparation was practicable.
She ended her oration--or professed
to end it--by declaring that she would
never have another poem in their ole
vile newspaper as long as she lived.
you're right about that" Henry
Rooter agreed heartily. 1--WE wouldn't
let another one In it. Not for fifty
dollarsl Just look at all the trouble
we took moiling and tOiling to get
your ole poem printed as nice as we
could, so 1t wouldn't ruin our newspa-
per, and then you comm over here
and goin on this way, and all this and
that, why, wouldn't go through it
again for hundred dollars. We're
maxim good money anyhow, with our
newspaper, Florence Atwater. You
needn't think we depend on you for
our livingl"
"Thats So" his partner declared
"We knew you wouldn't be satisfied
anyway. Florence. Didn't we, Henry3"
Il should say we did!
ayes, sir" said Herbert. Fright
when we were havln' the worst time
tryln' to print 1t and make out some
o. the words, said right then, we
were just throwing away our time. l
said, What's the use? That ole girls
bound to raise Cain anyhow, so what's
the use wastin' whole lot of our
good time and brains like this, just to
suit her? Whatever we do, she's GER
tain to come over here and insult u.s.
Isn't that what l said, Henry?'
Eyes, 1t is; and ] said then you
were right, and you are right"
"Cert'nly l am" said Herbert.
didn't / tell you she'd be just the
way some Of the family say she Is?
A good many of 'em say she'd find
fault with the undertaken at her own
funeral. That's just exactly what l
said"
"Oh, you did," Florence burlesqued
a polite interest. "How virry consld-
crate Of you Then, perhaps you'll
try to be gentleman enough for
one simple moment to allow me to tell
YOU my last remarks on this subject.
I'VE said enough"
"Oh, have your Herbert interrupt
ed with violent sarcasm. 'Oh, mol
Say not 80! Florence, say not SOP
At this, Henry Rooter loudly shout
I'd with applausive hilarity; where
upon Herbert, rather surprised at his
own effectiveness, naturally repeated
his mot.
"Say not so, Florence! Say not
so Say not so!'
am tell you one thingw his lady
cousin cried, thoroughly Infatuated
II wish to make just one last simple
remark that l would care to soil my
self with in your respects, Mister Her
bert Illingsworth Atwater and Mister
Henry Rooter!"
"Oh, say not so, Florencel" they
both entreated. "Say not so Say
not sol"
"Tll Just simply state the simple
TRUTH Florence announced. I'm the
first place you're goin' to live to see
the day when you'll come and beg me
on your bented knees to have me put
poems or anything l want to on youi
ole newspaper, but I'll just laugh al
youl Indeed? III say so you
come begin around me, do you? Ha
har I'll say guess It's little too
late for that Why wouldn't"
"Oh, say not so, Florence! Say no
soi'
"'Me allow you to have one of m.
poemsr III say, Much less than that
I'll say, because even II / was wear
Ing the oldest shoes | got in the worl'
wouldn't take the trouble to"