Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1921-11-23

never hHc6 any tlAtA-e NAANltE tudl
maxim all this fuss because: What
if some of it wasn't printed just ex-
actly right, who in the world was goin'
TO notice it, and what was the diff
ference of just few words different
in her ole poem. anyhow?
Fer. by the time these explanations
ESQ to call them) took place, Florence
was indeed maxim fuss. Her emo
lions, at first, had been happily stlmu-
lated at sight of "By Florence At
water" A singular tenderness had.
risen in her-a tremulous sense as of
something ab.,ost 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 copy. But upon
returning to her own home, she be-
came calm enough (for a moment 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 PREPARATION 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. I'VE wouldn't
let another one in it. Not for fifty
we took moiling and toiling to get
your ole poem printed as nice as we
could, so ii wouldn't ruin our newspa-
per, and then you comm over here
and goin' on this way. 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.
"We knew you wouldn't be satisfied
anyway, Florence. Didn't we, Henryr
81 should say we did,"
Eyes, sirr' said Herbert. Fright
when we were havin' the worst time
tryin' to print it and make out some
o. the words. said right then. we
were just throwing away our time l
said, What's 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 u.s.
Isn't that what said, Henry?''
"Yes, it is; and l said then you
were right, and you are right"
"Cert'nly l am" said Herbert.
Didn't tell you she'd be just the
way some of the family say she Is?
good many of 'em say she'd find
fault with the undertaken at her own
funeral. That's just exactly what /
saidl"
"Oh, you did," Florence burlesQued
a polite interest. How virry consid.
crate of you'll Then, perhaps you'Il
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, mol
Say not sol Florence, say not sou
At this, Henry Rooter loudly shout
ed with applausive hilarity; where
upon Herbert, rather surprised at his
own effectiveness. naturally repeated
his mot.
"Say not so. Florencel Say not
sol Say not sol"
"Tn tell you one thing!" his lady
cousin cried, thoroughly infurlated.
81 wish to make just one last simple
remark that / would care to soil my
self with in your respects. Mister Her
bert nlingsworth Atwater and Mister
Henry Rooter"
"oh, say not so. Florence!" they
both entreated. Say not sol Say
not sol'
"FH just simply state the simple
TRUTH" Florence announced. "In 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 I want to on your
ole newspaper. but I'll just laugh at
you'll TndeedT IN say so you
come beggin' around me, do you? Ha,
har I'll say-T guess It's little too
late for that Why wouldn't
ooh, say not so, Floreneel Say not
sol"
"Bfe allow you to have one Of my
poems? I'll say. Much less than thatp
I'll say, because even If was wear
ing the Oldest shoes I got in the world
] wouldn't take the trouble to-
Her conclusion was drowned cut
ooh, Florence, say not sol Say not
so, Florencei Say not 50"
The hateful entreaty still murmured
in her resentful ears that night, as
she fell asleep; and she passed into
the beginnings Of a dream with her
lips slightly dlmpling the surface CT
her pillow in belated repartee. And
upon waking. though it was Sunday,
her first words. half slumbrous in the
silence Of the morning, were, vile
things I" Her faculties became more
alert, during the preparation OF a
toilet which was to serve not only for
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