Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1921-11-24
PART l-Continued.

For. by the time these explanations
ESQ to call them) took place, Florence
was indeed maxim fuss. Her emo
lions, at first, had been happily stimu-
lated at sight of by Florence At
water" A singular tenderness had
risen in her-a tremulous sense as of
something almost 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 argumenD at the
rate of two cents a copy. But upon
returning to her own home, she be-
came calm enough (fOr 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 reparation was practicable.
She ended her oration-or professed
W eliu il-Dy that ollc "Ouiu
never have another poem in their ole
vile newspaper as long as she lived.
"You're right about that" Henry
Rooter agreed heartily. 1--WE wouldn't
let another one in it. Not for fifty
dollars! Just look at all the trouble
we took moiing and toiling to get
your ole poem printed as nice as we
could, so it wouldn't ruin our newspa-
per, and then you comm over here
and gOin' on this way, and all this and
that, why, l wouldn't go through it
again for hundred dollars. We're
maxim good money anyhow, with our
newspaper, Florence Atwater. You
needn't think we depend on you for
our livingw
THAT'S So" his partner declared.
1--WE knew you wouldn't be satisfied
anyway, Florence. Didn't we, Henry?"
81 should say we did"
Eyes, sir!" said Herbert. Fright
when we were havln' the worst time
tryin' to print 1t and make out some
O. the words, said right then, we
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 I said, Henry2' ,' &
Eyes, it is; and l said then you
were right, and you are right !"
"Cert'nly l am" said Herbert.
Didn't l tell you she'd be just the
way some of the family say she Isl
A good many Of 'em say she'd find
fault with the undertaken at her own
funeral. That's just exactly what |
said"
"Oh, you did" Florence burlesqued
a polite interest. How virry consid-
crate of you! Then. perhaps you'll
try to be gentleman enough for
one simple moment to allow me to tell
you my Hast remarks on this subject
I've said enough"
ooh, have you?" Herbert interrupt
ed with violent sarcasm. "Oh, no
Say not so! Florence, say not so!'
At this, Henry Rooter loudly shout
ed with appausive hilarity; where
upon Herbert rather surprised at his
own effectiveness naturally repeated
his mot.
"Say not so, Florence! Say no
sol Say not So"
"I'll tell you one thingw his lad,
cousin cried, thoroughly Infatuated
81 wish to make just one last simpl,
remark that l would care to soil my
self with in your respects, Mister Her
bert TllngswOrth Atwater and Miste
Henry Rooter!"
"Oh, say not so, Florencew the.
both entreated. Say not so! Sa
not sol"
"Tll just simply state the simpl
truth" Florence announced. an tn
first place you're goin' to live to Sc
the day when you'll come and beg m
on your bented knees to have me pu
poems or anything | want to on you
ole newspaper, but I'll just laugh q
you! TndeedT I'll say! so yO'
come begin around me, do you? Hi
ha" I'll say guess It's little to
late for that Why wouldn't"
"Oh, say not so, Florence! Say ne
sow
"Me allow you to have one of m
poemsT I'll say, Much less than that
I'll say, because even If was wcn
ing the oldest shoes I got In the wOrl
wor'd." t"hp the trouble to"