American Fork citizen. [volume] (American Fork, Utah) 1912-1979, 1921-11-26


upon the hopeless device Of attempt.
ing to drown out his opponents voice
as she began to reply. He became
vociferous with scornful laughter bad
ly cracked In the scorn. Florence
got mad" he shouted. mlngling the
purported Information with loud cack.
iings. "She got mad because and
Henry played games with Patty shes
tryin' to make up somep'm to get even.
She made II up! IT'S oil made upi
She"
mo. no." Mr.. Atwater interrupted.
Let Florence tell Us. Florence. what
was II about Herbert knowing he had
pretty eyesr'
Herbert attempted to continue the
drowning out. He bawled, "She made
Il upi It's somep'n she made up
herself She"
Herbert" said Uncle Jossph--"ff
you don't keep quiet. I'll take back
the printing press"
Herbert substituted another gulp
for a continuation Of his noise.
snow, Florence" said Uncle Joseph.
tell us what you were saying about
how Herbert knows he had such pref
ty eyes,"
Then II seemed q miracle befell.
Florence looked up. smiling modestly.
"Oh, II wasn't anything. Uncle Jo-
seph." she said. II was Just trying
to tease Herbert any way could
think up"
"Oh, was that alir' A hopeful light
faded out Of Uncle Joseph's large
and inexpensive face. ri thought
perhaps you'd detected him In some
indiscretion."
Florence laughed. ~ was just
teasin' him. It wasn't anythins. Uncls
Joseph"
Hereupon. Herbert resumed con-
fused breathing. Dased. he remained
uneasy. profoundly 90; and gratitude
was no part Of bis emotion. He well
understood that Florence was never
susceptible to impulses Of compasslou
In conflicts such ~ these; In fact. q
there was warfare between them, eD'
perience had taught him to b. wariesl
when she seemed kindest. He moved
! away from her. and went Into anothes
room where his condition was one oi
, increasing mental discomfort, though
he looked for q while at the pictures
In his great-uncle's copy Of paradise
Lost" These Illustrations. by n. Gus
tave Dore, failed to aid In reassurfnl
/ his troubled mind.
When Florence left, ne impulslvely
accompanied her. maintaining nerv
Gus silence as they comprised the
short distance between Uncle Joseph'i
front gate and her own. There. how
ever. he spoke.
"Look here! You don't hat TO &
and believe everything that ole Cir
told you, do your
"No," said Florence heartily. y
don't haf to-"
well, look here" he urged, help
less but to repeat. "You don't hat Il
believe whatever II was she went and
told you, do your"
"what was II you think abe toll
me. Herbertr'
"Aii that guft-you know. We'll
whatever II was you said she toll
yOu."
81 didn't" said Florence. II didn'
say she told me anything at ALL"
swell, she did. didn't shef"
"Why, no." Florence replied. hghs
H. "She didn't say anything to ms
Only Tn glad to have your opinio
OF her, how she's such q story-telle
and ail--if ! ever want to tell hei
and everything"
But Herbert had greater alarms tina
this, and the greater obscured tn
lesser. "Look here" he said, III sh
didn't tell you, how'd you know u
thsnr
How'd I know whatfs
ssTnat-that big story about my evs
sayin' I knew had"-hs guiped again
sprstty eyes.s r.
sOh, about that!' Florence said, an
swung the gate shut between then
swell, I guess It's too late to tell yol
tonight, Herbert; hut maybe II yo
and that nasty little Henry Rooter q
every single thing ] tell you to. an
do 1t Just exackly like tell you fror
this time on, why maybe--I only ga
'msybe'-well, maybe I'll tell 20
some day when feel like It."
She ran up the path, up the step'
and crossed the veranda. but pause
oefore opening the door. Then 81
called back TO the waiting HERBERT
'The only person I'd even think
telling about It bsSaks tell you Won