The Challis messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1912-current, 1921-11-09
PART l-CeMtinued.

Herbert at once withdrew a few
steps, placing his handa behind him
Listen, here" he said, "yOn think We
got time to read q lot O. writin' In
your ole handwritin' that nobody car
read anyhow, and then 60 to work and
toll and mol to print 1t on the printin
press3 I guess we got work enough
printin' what we wrote for our news.
paper our own selvesl My goodness
Florence, told you this isn't any
child's play!"
Florence appeared to be somewhat
eafied. "Weli," she said. "Well, you
better put this poem in your ole news
paper II you want to have anyhow one
thing in 1t that won't make everybody
sick that reads It,"
II won't do itr Herbert said, more
firmly.
"What you take us fort" his partner
added. convincingly.
"All right, them" Florence respond
ed. with apparent decisiveness. "I'll
20 back and tell Uncle Joseph and he'll
take this printing press back"
HE will not take 1t back. already
did tell him how you keep p0kin'
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 90 on, tell him anything you
want to. You don't get yor ole poem
In our newspaper"
mot II she lived to be two hundred
sears oidl" Henry Rooter added.
Then he had an afterthought. mot
unless she pays for It,"
"How do you meanr Herbert asked,
puzzled.
Henry's brow had become corrugat.
ed with no little professional impress
siveness. "You know what we were
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 we7 We could
put this poem in our newspaper like
IN advertisement; that Is, II Florence
has got any money, we could"
Herbert frowned. III 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"
ThisNquestion plunged Henry Rooter
into state Of calculation. while Flor
ence observed him with yelled anxl-
ETY.; but after = time he looked up,
his brow showing continued strain.
"Do you keep q bank. Florence-for
aickels 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.
mot since was about seven years
old" Florence added sharply. though
with dignity. do you still make mud
pies In your back yard. pray?"
"Now. see here" Henry objected.
''Try and be lady anyway for few
minutes, can't your l got to figure
cut how much we got to charge you
for your ole poem, don't II"
"Well. them" Florence returned,
.you better ask me somep'm about
that, hadn't your
"Well." said Henry Rooter. shave
Sou got amy money at homer
mo, I haven't"
"Have you got any money with
Jour"
Eyes. have"
"How much Is it?" !
II won't tell YOU"
Henry frowned. II guess we ought
20 make her pay about two dollars and
4 hail." he said. turning to his part
ner.
Herbert felt deferential; 1t seemed
10 him that he had formed a business
association with genius. and for a
he was dazzled; then he re-
Florence's financial capac-
tiles, always well known To- him. and
he looked depressed. Florence. her
leif, looked indignant.
1.-TWO collars and half!" she cried. |
why, / could buy this whole place
ior two dollars and a half, printing |
press. railing. end all-yes, and you
thrown in. Mister Henry Rooterw
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