Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1921-12-01
PART I-Continued.

At times the noted eyes of Atwater
& Rooter were gentled DER with the
soft cast of enchantment, especially
when Patty felt called upon to reprove
the two with little coquetrieS of Slaps
and pushes. Noted for her sprightli-
ness, she was never sprightlier; her
pretty laughter footed continuously
and the gentlemen accompanied with
doting sounds so repulsive to Florence
that without being actively conscious
of what she did. she embodied the
phrase, perfectly sickening" in the
hymn she was grooming. and repeated
it over and over to the air of Rock
of Ages"
"Now I tell you what let's play"
the versatile Patty proposed. after ex-
hausting the pleasures of "Geog-
raphy." "Ghosts," and other tests of
intellect. Lets play Truth Well
each take a paper and pencil, and
then each of US asks the other one
some question. and we haf to write
down the answer and sign your name
and fold it up so nobody can see it eX-
cept that one, and we haf to keep 1t
a secret and never tell as long as we
live"
"All right" said Henry Rooter.
"I'll be the one to ask you a question,
Patty"
NO" Herbert said promptly. 81
ought to be the one to ask Patty"
"Why ought you?" Henry demanded
"Why ought you?'
"Listenw ~ Patty cried, 81 know the
way We'll do. I'll ask each of you q
question-we haf to whisper it-and
each one of you'll ask me one, and
then we'll write it. That'l be simply
grandl" she clapped her hands; then
checked herself. "Oh, I guess we
can't. either. We haven't got any pa.
per and pencils unless" Here she
seemed to recall her hostess. "Oh
Florrie. dear. Run in the house and
get US some, paper and pencils"
Florence gave no sign other than
to increase the loudnesS of her voice
as she sang. "PerfIy sick'ning, clef
for me, let me perfly sick-kin-ning y
''We got plenty" said Herbert as
he and Henry produced pencils and
their professional notebooks. and sup
piled their fair friend and themselves
with material for "Truth." "Come IN
Patty, whisper me whatever you want
to-"
"No; I ought TO have her whisper
me first" Henry Rooter objected "Tl
write the answer to any question;
don't care what it's about"
swell. it's got to be the truth, yOr
know" Patty warned them. "We al
haf to write down just eXackly the
truth on our word of honor and sigr
our name Promise"
"All right" said Patty. Snow n
whisper Henry a question first, ant
then you can whisper yours to me
first, Herbert"
This seerled to fill all needs happily
end the whispering and writing began
end continued with a coziness little
70 the taste of the piously singing
Florence. She altered all previou;
opinions of her friend Patty, and wher
the latter finally closed the session
On the steps and announced that she
must go home, the hostess declined
| 10 accompany her into thee house tC
helm her find where she had left hel
| hat and wrap.
"I haven't the least idea where
took 'em off," Patty declared in the
airiest manner. "If you won't come
with me, Florrie, s'pose you just cal
in the front door and tell your mother
TO get 'em for me-"
"Oh. they're somewhere in there,
raid Florence coldly, not ceasing tC
swing her foot and not turning hel
head. "You can find 'em by yourself
7 presume, or If you can't I'll have
cur maid throw 'em out in the yard
or sOmep'm tomorrow"
"WeH. thank you!" Miss Fairchilt
reioined, as she entered the house.
The two boys stood waiting, having
in mind to go with Patty as far as
her own gate. That's a pretty way
10 speak to company! Herbert ad
! dressed his cousin with heavily marked
| severity. Next time you do anything
l
| Ike that I'll march straight in the
touse and inform your mother of the
| fbct"
Florence still swung her foot anC
looked dreamily away. She sang, tC
the air of Crock of Ages:
"Henry Rooter-Herbert. too-they
make me sick-that's what they do =
However. they were only too wei
prepared with their annihilating re
spOnse.
''Oh, say not so! Florence. say moi
4ol Florence, say not sol"
They even sent this same OdiOus
reFrain back to her from the street
as they departed with their lovely
companion and, so tenuOus is feminine
loyalty, sometimes, under these
ST. esses. Miss Fairchild mingled hel
sweet, tantalizing young soprano witt
their changing and cackling falsettO
"Say not so, Florence! Oh, say no
sol Say not So"
PART TWO