The Wheeling intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1903-1961, 1921-02-05

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cents. Florence. II you don't want TO
pay that much. why take your ole
twenty cents and go away!
yes. said Herbert. That's as cheap
as we'll do 1t, Florence. Take II or iea'e
it,"
Take it or leave it," Henry Rooter
agreed That's the way to talk to her:
take 1t, or leave 1t. Florence. II you
don't take It you got To leave IT,,
Florence was indignant. but she dc,
cided 10 take II. All right" she said
coldly. II wouldn't pay another cent IL l
died for it."
We'll. you haven't got another cent.
SO that's all right" Mr.. Rooter reHarn
palm. supporting the coins. toward ms
partner. Here Herbert; you can nave
the dime. or the two nickles. when
ever you rather have. 1t makes no di1-
ference to me; I'd as soon have one as
the other"
turned TO Florence. Sec here. Flor
/ cncc,' he said, in a tone of strong COM
paint. This business is all done ana
paid for now. What YOU want 10 hahs
around here any more. for"
yes. Florence" his partner faithfully
seconded him, at once. w haven't got
any more time TO waste around mere 10
day, and so what you want 70 stanS
/ uTOuDu III inc way anu N'''S 49,,
You ought 10 kno yourself we oon I
want YOU"
I'm not in the way" said Florence
holly. Whose way am I in?"
We'll. anyhow if you don't 20" Her
bert informed her, well carry you down
stairs and lock you out.
I'D like to see you she returned. her
eyes flashing. Just you dare 70 ay q
finger on me again" And she addea.
haven't got any lock on EN-: I'll come
right straight in and walk right straight
up the sairs again"
Herbert advanced toward her. Now
YOU pay attention to me- he said.
Your paid for your ole poem. and we
got to have some peace around hero.
I'm gOin' straight over 10 your mother
and ask her to come and get you.
Florence gave up. ""haI !, diIteFginSS::
she inquired mockingly. Il wouldn't be
here when she came. would l? I'll thank
you to notice there's some value 10 my
time, myself; and III just politely ask
YOU to excuse me-, pray
With a proud air. she crushingiy de-
parted, and returned to her own acme:
far from dissatisfied with what she had
accomplished. Moreover, she began 10
expand with the realization OF a new
Importance; and she was gratified with
the effect upon her parents, at dinner
that evening. when she Informed them
that she had written a poem when was
10 be published in the prospective tirst
number mi Of The Mort North h End ssid D heT father.
Well. I declare! Why. that's remark
able, Florence"
I'm glad the boys were nice about
it," said her mother. Il should nave
feared they couldn't appreciate it, aiter
being SO cross 10 YOU about letting you
have anything to do with the printing
press. They must have thought II was
Il very good poem" =. A.
Where is IN" poem Fd9reHcer MI sns,
Atwater asked. Lets read II ana see
what our little girl can do"
l.. Unfortunately Florence had not a copy:
and when she Informed her iathcr OF
this fact. he professed himself greatly
disappointed as we'll as ANXIOUS lot tne
might fel!c:talc himself upon the evil
dcnce OF his daughters heretofore un-
suspected talent. Florence was nerseIi
anxious for the newspapers ueDut' anu
she mad" her anxiety so clear 10 AT.
water & Rootcr. owners & "PropreltorS'
every afternoon after school. during the
following week. that by Thursday fur-
Their argument and rcpartee on thclr patt
were felt to be indeed futile. ana IN or
der to have 4 little peace around there
they carried her downstairs. AT ieas;
,hov defined their action as carrying,
and, having deposited her in the yard.
they were obliged 10 stand guard at inc
doors. which they closed and contriNed
m hold AGAINST ntT Until Ncl SN' Nh6 ~
was worn out for that day.
Florence consoled herself. During, the
week she dropped in on all the members
of the family"-her Grandfather' uncles
and aunts and cousins, her great-auhts
and great-uncles-and in each instance
after no protracted formal preliminaries'
lightly remarked that she wrote poetry
now: her first to appear IN the 1orth.
coming Oriole. And when Great-aunt
Carrie said, Why. Florence. you're Won
-z.lln't ,-rfta q mann IN 50 We
my life. l never could see how they
do IT," Florence laughed, made a depre-
catory little side motion with her heao.
and responded, why. Aunt Carrie;
that's nothing! 1t just kind of comes TO
you."
This also served as her explanation
when some of her school friends eX-
pressed their admiration, after pelng
told the news in confidence; though TO
the teachers she said. smiling ruetuiiy
as in remembrance OF midnight OIL IL
does take work, of course.
When opportunity offered. upon the
street. she joined people she knew-and
even rather distant acquaintanceS-anS
unaffected directness. led the converse
ton to the subject Of poetry. inclu4inS
her own contribution to that ART. A1lo-
grther, If Florence was in a fair way
To become a poetic celebrity 1t was not
her own fault but entirely that of The
North End Daily Oricle. which was 10
make its appearance on Saturday but
failed 10 do so on account or TOO mucn
enthusiasm on the part OF Atwater d
Rooter in manipulating the printing.
nress. II broke. had TO be repaired; and
FLORENCE. her nerves upset by the accl-
dent. demanded her money back. rms
us impossible, and the postponement
nroved to be an episode; moreover 1t
gave her time to let more people know
of the treat that was coming.
Among these was Noble Dill. Flor
.ence's Ideal. Until the Friday follow
ing her disappointment she had t"und
~" onuortunity to acquaint this being
with the news; and but for an %"ncoun-
ter, partly due TO chance. he might not
have heard Of II. Mr. Dill was twenty
two. but that was his only perGeptloIs
d;stinction. He was kind, usually, and