The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, 1921-10-26

nlckels whichever you rather have
It makes no difference to me; I'd as
soon have one rs the other"
Herbert took the two nickels, and
turned to Florence. "See here, Flor
ence," he said, In tone of strong
complaint. "This business Is all done
and paid for now. What you want to
hang around here any more for?"
"Yes, Florence" his partner faith
fully seconded him, at once. eve
haven't got any more time to waste
around here today, and so what you
want to stand around In the way and
everything for? You ought to know
yourself we don't want you"
"I'm not in the way" said Florence /
hotly. "Whose way am inT'
"Wcll, anyhow, If you don't CO."
Herbert Informed her, "we'Il carry
YOU downstairs and lock you out"
"I'd just like to sec you'll" she re-
turned her eyes flashing. "Just you
dare to lay finger on me again!"
And she added anyway, If you did
those ole doors haven't got any lock
on 'cm. I'll come right straight in and
walk right straight up the stairs
again"
Herbert advanced toward her. "NOw
yon pny attention to me-" he said.
"Y0u'vc paid for your ole poem, and
| we got to have some peace around
| here. IN goin' straight over to your
| mother and ask her to come and get
| you"
Florence gave up. "What differ
| cncc would that make, Mister Taddlc
Ill ri
wouldn't be here when she came,
would I? I'li thank you to notice
there's some value to my time, myself:
and III just politely ask you to ex-
cusc me, pray" !"
with proud air. she crushingly
departed; and returned to her own
home, far from dissatisfied with whal
she had accomplished. Moreover, she
began to expand with the realization
OF new Importance; and she was
) cratificd with the effect upon her
parents, at dinner that evening, when
| she informed them that she had writ
ten n poem which was to be pub
lishcd In the prospective first number
of the North End Daily Orolc.
"Writtcn a poem?" said her father.
wv eli, i NcSIuic! why, eii''t iS''if'' N
. able. Florcnce!'
'1'm glad the boys were nice about
, It." said her mother. II should have
F? feared they couldn't appreciate It,
o after being so cross to you about let
ting YOU have anything to do with the
l. printing press. They must have
/ thought 1t was a very good poem"
o "Wherc IS the poem, Florcncc?" MFR
j. Atwatcr asked. "Let's read 1t and
see what our little girl can do"
n Unfortunately Florence had not {
Is copy, and when she Informed her fa
Ell thcr of this fact, he professed himsel
n prccih disappointed rs we'll a
anxious for the first appearance Of tn
l. Orlole. that he might feticitatc hiro
!" self upon the evidence OF his dnngh
.cr's heretofore unsuspected talent
rt Florence was herself anxious for tht
N newspapers debut, and she made me-
y. anxiety so clear to Atwatcr q too'
ct or Owners & ProprcitOrs," ever,
afternoon after school, during the fol
y, lowing week, that by Thursday fuf
g thcr argument and rcpartee on thei
ty por, we're felt to be indeed futile, an
X in order to have little peace aroun
there tbey carried her downstairs. q
ly least they defined their action
ed "cnrrying," and, having deposited nc
in the yard they were ohllged
stand guard Mt the doors. "hlch 'h'
~ closed and contrivcd to hold agaih'
hrr until her strength was worn on
al for that day.
,a Florence consolnd herself. Durli
snn the week she dropped In on ail u
-. members Of thc family"--her gran
,. -othcr. unccs and aunts and cousin
T" " 1cr cat.unces--and In each instahc
after no protractcd formal prem
o,,n ,innr.cs, lightly remarked that 81
wrn,c poetry now; her first to appe
,.o, in .hc Forthcoming Oriolc. Ana WI
to Great Aunt Carrie said "Why' fl'
70 once you'rc wonderful couid'
- write poem to save my Ire. l heS
40 could soc how they do IT, Fioreh
.a,a laughed, made n dcprecatory listle 81
,ant motion with her head, and rcspohdc
"yvhy. Aunt Carrie, that's nothihs'
o,. inst Kind OF comes TO YOU