Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1921-10-20

| agreed. Newspaper work like this
isn't any childs play at all !"
ut isn't any childs play. Florence"
said Herbert. 1T amt any child's
| play at all, Florence. If it was just
| child's play or something like that,
why it wouldn't matter so much your
always pokin' up here, and"
"Well," the partner interrupted, ju-
dicially, eve wouldn't want her
around, even if it was childssp play"
mo, we wouldn't; that's So. Her
bert agreed.
1--WE wouldn't want you around any
how, Florence" Here his tone be-
came more plaintive. $50, for mercy's
sakes, can't you go on home and give
us a little rest? What you want, any
| h0w?"
"Well, / guess it's about time you
was askin' me that" she said, not I'M
reasonably. IF you'd asked me that
in the first place, instead of actin like
| you'd never been taught anything, and
was only fit to associate with hood
lums, perhaps my time is of some
value, myself!"
The lack of rhetorical cohesion was
largely counteracted by the strong
expressiveness of tone and manner; at
! all events, Florence made perfectly
| clear her position as person of
i worth, dealing with the lowest of all
her interiors. She went on, not paus-
| ing:
| Il thought, being as l was related to
you, and all the family and everybody
| else gOin' to hat to read your ole
newspaper, anyway it'd be good
thing if what was printed in it wasn't
all a disgrace to the family, because
the name of our family's got mixed up
with this newspaper; so here"
Thus speaking, she took the poem
from her pocket and with dignity
held it forth to her cousin.
whats that? Herbert inquired, not
moving hand. He was but an anna
teur, yet already enough of an editor
to have his suspicious.
'It's poem," Florence said. 81 don't
know whether exackly ought to have
y
account of the family's sake l guess l
better. Here, take it,
Herbert at once Withdrew few
/ steps, placing his hands behind him.
Listen, here" he said, ''yOu think we
/ got time to read lot o writin' in
your ole handwritin' that nobody can
/ read anyhow, and then go to work and
| toll and MOL to print it on the printin'
/ press? guess we got work enough
| printin' what we wrote for our news
paper our own selves My goodness,
| Florence, l told you this isn't any
child's play!'
I Florence appeared to be somewhat
baffled. "Well,' she said. swell, you
better put this poem in your ole news
/ paper if you want to have anyhow one
thing in it that won't make everybody
sick that reads it,"
81 won't do itr' Herbert said, more
firmly.
= "What you take us for?" his partner
added, convincingly.
"All right. them" Florence respond
ed, with apparent decisiveness. "ill
go back and tell Uncle Joseph and he'll
take this printing press back"
"He will not take it back. l already
did tell him how you keep pokin'
around tryin' to run everything, and
we just worried our lifes out tryin' to
keep you away. He said he bet it was
/ hard job; that's what Uncle Joseph
said. So go on, tell him anything you
want to. You don't get yor ole poem
in our newspaper
"Not If she lived to be two hundred
years old" Henry Rooter added.
Then he had an afterthought. "Not
unless she pays for It."
"How do you mean?" Herbert asked,
puzzled
Henry's brow had become corrugat-
ed with no little professional impress
siveness. "You know what we we're
talkin' about this morning" he said.
''How the right way to run our news
paper, we ought to have some adver-
tisements in 1t and everything. Well,
we want money, don't We? We could
Put this poem in our newspaper like
an advertisement; that is, IL Florence
has got any money. we could"
Herbert frowned. "If her ole poem
isn't too long. guess we could. Here,
let's see 1t, Florence" And. taking
the sheet of paper In his hand. he
studied the dimensions Of the poem,
though without paining himself to read
1t. swell, guess. maybe we can do
It," he said. "How much ought we to
charge herr"
This question plunged Henry Rooter
into state of calculation. while Flor
ence observed him with velled anxi-
ETY.; but after a time he looked up,
his brow showing continued strain.
do you keep a bank, Florence-for
nickeis and dimes and maybe quar-
tiers. you known he inquired.
1t was her cousin who impulsively
replied for her. mo. she don't" he
said.
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