The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1921-11-11

ence would that maze, Mister 1addle
tale?" she inquired mockingly. -
wouldn't be here when she camo,
would I? I'll thank you to notice
there's some value to my time, myself;
and I'll just politely ask you to ex-
cuse me, pray!
With a proud air, she cruShingly
departed; and returned to her
home. far from dissatisfied with what
she had accomplished. Moreover. she
began to 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 writ
ten a poem which was to be pub
lisl,cd i'm the prospective first number
Of the North End Daily Oriole.
written a poem?" said her father
well. Y declare! Why. that's remark
able. Florence"
I'm glad the bows were nice about.
it," said her mother. II should have
feared they couldn't appreciate 1t,
after being so cross to You about let
ting YOU have anything to do with the
printing press. They must have
thought it was a very good poem"
"Where is the poem, Florence?' Mr..
Atwnter asked. Lets read it and
see what our little girl can do"
Unfortunately Florence had not q
copy. and when she informed her IA
ther Of this fact. he profesSed himself
greatly disappointed as well az
anxious for the first appearance of the
Oriole, that he might felicitate HIM
self pom the evidence Of his daugh-
fer's heretofore unsupported talent.
Florence was herself anxious for the
newspapers debut, and she mad her
anxiety 50 clear to Atwater & Root
er. Owners Il Propreitors," every
afternoon after school. during the fol-
lowing week. that by Thursday fur
ther argument and repartee on their
part were felt to be indeed futile. ana
in order 20 have a little peace aroun'
there they carried her downstairs. At
least they defined their action as
carrying" and. having deposited her
in the yard. they were obliged to
c'"b' u ca ~ ''NA' "'iN 49, y
closed and contrived to hold against
her until her strength was worn out
for that day.
Florence consoled herself. During
the week she dropped in on all the
members of "the family"-her grand
father. uncles and aunts and cousins.
her northumberland in each instance.
E%a.. -, f,.n nvNlin
%inaries. lightly remarked that sh-
wrote poetry now her first to appear
in The forthcoming Oriole. And wbel.
Great-Aunt Carrie said. "Why. Flor
ence. you're wonderful! l couldn't
write a poem to save my life. I never
could see how they do it." Florence
laughed. made a ~deprecatory little side
motion with her head. 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 en-
pressed their admiration. after being
told the news in confidence: though TO
the teachers she said, smiling rnefully.
as in remembrance Of midnight Oil,
II uOeS take WIKI, III CouTSc
When opportunity offered. upon the
street. she joined people she knew
and wen rather distant acquaint-
ances-and walked with them a little
way. and with unaffected directness
led the conversation to the subject OF
poetry, including her own contribution
to that art. Altogether, IL Florence
was not In a fair way to become q
poetic celebrity 1t was not her own
fault but entirely that Of the North
End Daily Oriole. which was to make
it's appearance on Saturday, but failed
to do so. on account OF too much en-
thusiasm or the part Of Atwater &
Rooter in manipulating the printing
press. 1t broke. had to be repaired;
and Florence, her nerves upset by the
accident. demanded her money back.
This was impossible. and the postpone
ment proved to be ar episode; more
Over it gave 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 found
no opportunity TO acqualnt this belns
with the news: and but for an encoun-
ter. partly due to chance, he might
not have heard OF 1t. Mr.. Dill was
twenty-five. but that was his only per-
ceptible distinction. He was kind.
usually. and not unpleasant in appear
ance or attire; yet he had neither
beauty nor that look OF power which
is said to joggle women from their
natural poise. He was the most every
day young man in all the town and
FlOrence's selection Of him to be her
Ideal still awaits a precise explana-
ton. Nevertheless. it had happened:
and a sentimental enrichment OF color
in her cheeks was the result Of her
catching sight of him, as she was on
the point OF opening and entering her
own front door that Friday afternoon