The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1921-12-16
By
Booth
Harrington
Copyright, 1921
By the Bell Sy indicate, Inc.

tAlih we were TuTHlH n luIldtiC
asylum the way she takes on. She
hollers and bellers and squalls and
%squawks. The least little teeny thing
she don't like about the way we run
our paper, she comes tiappin' over
there and goes to screechin' around.
you could hear her out at p%oorhouse
farm"
Now. now. Herbert" his Aunt Fan
ny interposed. poor little Florence
isn't saving anything impolite to you
no right now, at any rate. Why don't
you be Il little sweet to her just for
oncr?'
Her unfortunate expression rev0lted
all the cousinly manliness in Herbert's
BOSOM. BE n little sweet to herr"
he echoed. with poignant i%ncredulity.
and then in candor made plain how
poorly Aunt Fanny inspired him. II
just eXackly as soon be Il little sweet
to an alligator" he asserted; such
was his bitterness on this subject.
ooh. oh :" said Aunt Carrie.
II would" Herbert insisted. "Or
a mosquito. I'd rather, to either OF
EN-, because, anyway. they don't make
so much noise. Why. you just ought
to lear her." he ven on, growing
more and more severe. You ought
to just come around our newspaper
building any afternoon you please. at
ter school. when Henry and | are
tryin' to do our work in, anyway. some
peace. Why. she just squawks and
squalls and squ-"
1T must be terrible" Uncle Joseph
interrupted. what do you do all that
for, Florence, every afternoon!"
Just for exercise" she answered
dreamily and her placidity the more
exasperated her journalist cousin.
"She does it because she thinks she
ought to be runnin' Our W news.
paper. my and Henry's; that's why
she does it! She thinks she knows
more about how to run newspapers
than anybody alive; but there's one
thing she's gOin' to find out and that
is, she don't have anything more to
do with my and Henry's newspaper
we NOuIuI uuNC dIIOtlICI Wig III
of her ole poems In it. no matter how
much she offered to pay US! Uncle
Joseph. | think YOU ought to tell hel
she's got no business around my ant
Henry's newspaper building"
but. Herbert" Aunt Fanny sug
gested. you might let Florence have
a little share in it Of some sort. Their
everything would be all right"
ut would?" he demanded. his voice
cracking naturally, at his aganbnt alst
under strain of The protest he wished
it to express. 1T woo-wud? Oh, my
goodness, Aunt Fanny. I guess you'C
like to see our newspaper just utter
ably ruined, Why. we wouldn't lie,
that girl have any more to do with j
than we would some horse"
"Oh. oh - both Aunt Fanny anC
Aunt. Carrie exclaimed, shocked.
I'VE wouldn't" Herbert insisted. "A
horse would know n amount more
how to run a newspaper than she does
anyway, a horse wouldn't make sc
much noise around there. Soon as
we got our printing press: we sale
right then that we made up L minds
Florence Atwater wasn't pver goin' tt
have a single thing to do with o u
newspaper. If you let her have any
thing to do with anything she wants
to run the whole thing. But she might
just as well learn to stay away from
our newspaper building. because after
we got her out yesterday we fixed
way SOS she'll never get in there
again. :"
Florence looked at him demure!y
Are you sure, Herbert" she in
CURED.
".Just O try it," he advised. will
heartiest sarcasm; and he laughed
tauntingly. Just come around to
morrow and try it: that's all | ask ).
81 c~ert'nly intend to-" she responded
with dignity. 81 may have a Sigh
surprise for YOU"
"Oh. Florence. say not so! Say no
so. Florence! Say not SOL"
At this she looked full upon him
and already she had something In tn
nature Of a surprise for him; for 81
powerful was the still balefnlness o
her glance he was slightly startled
II might say not So" she said-"if
was speaking of what pretty eyes yo'
know you have. Herbert"
It staggered him. "What-what-
YOU mean?'