The Bingham County news. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1918-1930, 1921-09-23

led, thoroughly Infatuated.
u..i, 10 make just one last simple
remark that I would care to soil my.
self with in your respects, Mister Her
bert llingsworth Atwater and Miste,
Henry Kooterw
"Oh, say not so, Florence!" they
ne; SOL"
9TH 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
Oh your bented knees to have me put
poems or anything l want to on your
ole newspaper, but I'll just laugh at
you. Indeed?' I'll say! so you
come beggin' around me, do you? Ha,
ha y I'll say-T guess it's little too
late for that! Why l wouldn't-'"
"Oh, say not so, Florence! Say not
sou
me allow you to have one of my
! poems? I'll say, Much less than that!
! I'll say. because even if l was wear
ing the Oldest shoes l got in the world
wouldn't take the trouble to-"
Her conclusion was drowned out.
oh Florence, say not so! Say not
| so, Florence! Say not sou
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 dimpling the surface OF
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." Her faculties became more
alert, during the preparation OF q
toilet which was to serve not only for
breakfast. but with the addition of
gloves, a hat, and blue velvet coat,
for church and Sunday school as well {;
and she planned hundred ven
geances. That is to say, her mind
did not occupy itself with plots pos
sibly to make real; rather it dabbled
among those fragmentary visions that
love to overlap and displace one an
other in the shifty retina of the minds
eye.
But in all Of these pictures, where
in provailingly she seemed some sort
of deathly powerful Queen of Poetry,
the postures assumed by the figures of
Messrs. Atwater and Rooter (both
in an extremity of rags) were miser-
ably suppliant. So she soothed her
self little-but not long. Herbert In
The next pew in church, and Henry in
the next beyond that, were perfect
compositions in smugness. They were
cold. contented, aristocratic; and had
an imperturbable understanding be-
tween themselves-quite perceptibe
TO the sensitive FlGrence-that she
was nuisance now capably disposed
of by their beautiful discovery of Say
not sou Florence's feelings were un
becoming to the place and occasion.
But at four o'clock that Afternoon
she was assuaged into a milder con
dtion by the arrival, according to ar
: agreement made in Sunday school, o.
the popular Miss Patty Farchild.
Patty was thirteen and a half; al
exquisite person with gold-dustet
hair, eyes OF perfect blue, and an al
Turing air of sweet self-consciOusness
Henry Rooter and Herbert Illings
worth Atwater Jr., out gathering
news. saw her entering Florence
gate, and Immediately forgot tina
4 they we're reporters. They become 81
lent and gradually moved toward thu
house of their newspapers sol'
; poetess.
Florence and Patty occupied them
j selves indoors for half an hour; thel
! went out into the yard to study
mole's tunnel that had interested Flor
!. ence recently. They followed it acros
the lawn at the south side of tn
[ house, discussing the habits of mole
and other matters of zoology an
e inally lost the track near the fence
t which was here the "back fence,
e higher than their heads. Patty locke
/ through a knOthOle to see If the tui
e mel was visible in the next yard, bu
q without reporting upon her observa
t lions she turned, as if careessly, an
e leaned back against the fence, cover
I ing the knOthole.
u "Florence," she said, in a tone sof
Il err and lovelier than she had bee
using heretofore "Florence, do yo
!. know what | think?'
d mo. Could you see any more track
over there?'
"Florence," said Patty-"I was jus
1t going to tell you something-only ma.
re be l better not"
e "Why not?" Florence inquired. sc
e on and tell me-"
NO" said Patty, gently. "Yo
5 might think it was silly"
mo. I won't"
II Eyes, you might"
y II promise l won't"
|. well, then-oh, Florence, I'm SUI
. you'll think it's silly!'
81 promised l wouldn't"