The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1921-12-22
PART CONTINUED.

For, by the time tneSe explanations
ESQ to call them) took place, Florence
was indeed maxim fuss. Her emo
lions, at first, had been happily stimu-
lated at sight of by Florence At
water" 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
to distribute, gratis, among relatives
and friends, several copies of the ORR
ole, paying for them, too Though not
without injurious argument) at the
rate of two cents a copy. But upon
returning to her own home, she be-
came calm enough (for q moment or
.so) 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. "We wouldn't
bet another one in 1t. Not for fifty
dollars Just look at all the trouble
we took moiling and toling 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 l wouldn't go through 1t
again for a hundred dollars. We're
maxim good money anyhow, with our
newspaper, Florence Atwater. You
needn't think we depend on you for
our living!"
THAT'S So" his partner declared.
ave knew you wouldn't be satisfied
anyway. Florence. Didn't we, Henry?"
Il should say we did"
"Yes, slr" said Herbert. fright
when we were havin' the worst time
tryin' to print 1t and make out some
o. the words, / said right then, we
were just throwing away our time.
said, whats 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 us
Isn't that what | said, Henry?'
Eyes, it is; and l said then you
were right and you are right!'
"Cert'nly l am" said Herbert.
didn't l 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
saidv"
"Oh, you didT Florence burlesqued
a polite interest. How virry consid-
crate of you Then, perhaps you'll
try to be a 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, no
Say not so! Florence, say not sol''
AT this, Henry Rooter loudly shout
ed with applavsive htlarity; where
upon Herbert, rather surprised at his
own effectiveness, naturally repeated
ais mot.
"Say not so, Florencel Say not
SOL Say not sol"
"I'll tell you one thing" his lady
cousin cried, thoroughly Infatuated.
81 wish to make just one last simple
remark that / would care to soil my
self with i'm your respects, Mister Her
bert Illingsworth Atwater and Mister
Henry Rooter"
"Oh, say not so, Florencew they
both entreated. "Say not sol Say
Not sol"
"T'll just simply state the simple
truth" Florence announced. "In the
first place you're goin' to dive to see
the day when you'll come and beg me
on your bented knees to have me put
poems or anything 1 want to on your
ole newspaper, but I'll just laugh at
youl IndeedT I'll say so you
come begin around me. do you? Ha,
hal I'll say--T guess It's little too
late for that Why / wouldn't"
ooh. say not so, Florencei Say not
SOL"
"Me allow you to have one of my
poemsr I'll say, Much less than thatv
I'll say, because even IL / was wear
ing the Oldest shoes got In the world
! wouldn't take the trouble to-"