Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1921-11-17

facts have asked for recognition. Chill
dren superbly allow themselves to be-
come deaf, so to speak, to undesirable
circumstances most frequently, of
course, to undesirable circumstances
IN the way of parental direction; so
that fathers, mothers, nurses, or gov
efneSSeS, not comprehending that this
mental deafness is for the time being
entirely genuine, are liable to hoarse-
ness both of throat and temper. Thir-
teen is an age when the fading of this
gift or talent-One of the most beau
tlful of childhood-begins to impair
Its helpfulneSs, under the mistaken
stress of discipline; but Florence re-
tanned something of it. In moment
or two Noble Dill's disaffectiGn toward
poetry was altogether as if it did not
exist.
She coughed inclined her head a
little to one side, in her mothers
manner of politeness to callers, and,
repeating her deprecatory laugh, re-
marked, well, of course it's kind of
funny question for me to ask, of
course"
what is, Florence?" Noble inquired
absently.
"WeIl-what was saying was that
course it's sort of queer me askin
if you liked poetry, of course, on ac-
count of my writing poetry the way I
do now"
She looked up at him with a bright
readiness to respond mOdestly to
whatever exclamation his wonder
should dictate; but Mobiles attention
had struggled again. He failed to
| comprehend what she had set before
him.
HAS she written your mother late
ly?" he asked.
Florence's expression denoted Il
mental condition slightly disturbed.
NO" she said Its goin' to be
printed in the North End Daily Ori-
| OLE"
"What?"
MY poem. It's about a vast amen
anyhow that's prob'ly the best thing
in it, 1 guess-and they're goin' to
have it tomorrow, or else they'll have
to settle with me; that's one thing
certain! I'll bring one over to your
house and leave it at the door for
you, Mr.. Dill"
Noble had but confused notion
of what she thus generally promised
However, he said, THANK you," and
nodded vaguely.
''Of course, 1 don't know as it's Sc
awful good" Florence admitted insin,
cerely. "The family all seem to think
it's something pretty much; but 1 don't
know if it is or not. Really, l don't =
NO. said Noble, still confused. 81
suppose not"
I'm half way through another one
think myself'll be a good deal better
I'm not gOin' as fast with it as l die
with the other one, and expect it'll be
quite a ways ahead of this one" She
again employed the deprecatory little
laugh. Il don't know how 1 do it
myself. The family all think it's sorr
of funny; 1 don't know how l do il
myself; but that's the way it is. They
all say if they could do it they're SURF
they'd know how they did it; but
guess they're wrong. l presume L
you can do it, why it just comes It
you? Don't you presume that's the
way it is. Mr.. Dill?"
'T-guess So" They had reached
his gate, and he stopped. You're sure
none of your family have heard any
thing today?" he asked anxiously.
EGL7rap, Tulia0 +bipI
they have"
He sighed, and opened the gate
''Well, good evening, Florence"
Good evening" Her eyes followet
him wistfully as he passed within tn,
inclosure; then she turned and walked
quickly toward her own home but a
the corner of the next fence she callet
over her shoulder, 'Tll leave it will
your mother for you, if you're no
home when bring it."
'What?' he shouted, from the vi
cinity of his front door.
''Tll leave it with your mother"
Leave what?'
1.-The poem!"
"Oh!' said Noble.
His mother handed him a copy o
the first issue of the North End Dali,
Oriole, the next day when he cam,
home to lunch. He read it withou
euiticatiOn; there was nothing abou
Julia in it.
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