The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1921-11-25
PART l-Continued.

w AhS lIlIS ltCsV SAiJIulid III
ESQ to call them) took place. Florence
was indeed maxim a fuss. Her emo
tons. 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 a m or
SOY 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. 1--WE wouldn't
let another one In 1t. Not for fifty
dollars. Just look at all the trouble
we took moiling and toiling to get
your ole poem printed as nice as we
could, SO it wouldn't ruin our newspa-
per. and then you comm over here
and goin' on this a and all this and
that. why. | wouldn't go through It
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.
1--WE knew you wouldn't be satisfied
anyway. Florence. Didn't we, Henry?"
II should say we did,"
Eyes. sir" said Herbert. "R ght
when We were havin' the worst time
tryin' to print 1t and make out some
o the words, l said right then. we
were just throwing away our time. I
said, What's the use? That ole girls
hound to raise Cain anyhow. so what's
the use wastin' a 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 u.s.
Isn't that what l said. HenryY
Eyes, it is; and l said then you
were right. and you are right"
s<yn v crSJ Io~louA
didn't l tell you she'd be just the
way some of the family say she is?
A good many Of EN- say she'd find
fault with the undertaken at her own
funeral. That's just exactly what l
said''
"Oa. you didT Florence hurlesqued
a polite interest. How virry cons d.
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 a%pplausive hilarity; where
upon Herbert, rather surprised at his
own effectiveness, naturally repeated
his mot.
"Say not so, Florence! Say not
10! Say not So"
"I1l tell you n thing!" his lady
cousin cried. thoroughly Infatuated.
II wish to make just n last simple
remark that l would ARE to soil my
self with in your respects. Mister Her
bert nlingsworth Atwater and Mister
Henry Rooter"
"Oh, say not So, F1orencev they
both entreated. Say not SO! Say
not so"
I'll just simply state the simple
truth" Florence announced. I'm the
first place you're goin' to live to see
the day when you'll come and beg me
on your bented knees to have me put
poems or anything l want to on your
ole newspaper. but I'll just laugh at
you! 'Indeedr I'll say! so you
come begin around me, do you? Ha,
ha = I'll say-I guess It's a little too
late for that! Why I wouldn't"
"Oh. say not 80. Florence! Say not
so!'
"sMe allow You to have one Of my
poems?' TIL say, Much less than thatr
ri say. because EVEN II ! was wear
Ing the oldest shoes I got in the world
' u"n"! UT tats the trouble to-