Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1921-11-19
By
Booth
Harrington
Copyright. iaai
By the Bell Syndicate, Inc

think -e were runnin lunatic
asylum the way she takes on. She
hollers and bellers and squalls and
squawks. The least little teeny thing
she don't like about the way we run
our paper, she comes nappin' over
there and goes to screechln' around,
you could hear her out. at poorhouse
FARM"
"Now, now, Herbert" his Aunt Fan
ny interposed. poor little Florence
isn't saying anything impolite to YOU
not right now, at any rate. Why don't
you BIZ little sweet to her Just for
once?"
Her unfortunate expression revolted
all the cousinly manliness in Herberts
BOSOM. "'Be little sweet to herr"
he echoed, with poignant incredulity,
and then In eandor made plain how
poorly Aunt Fanny inspired him. II
Just exackly as soon be little sweet
| to an alligator" he asserted such
was his bitterness on this subject.
"Oh oh !" said Aunt Carrie.
81 would" Herbert insisted. "Or
a mosquito. I'd rather. to either of
'em. because, anyway, they don't make
| so much noise. Why, you just ought
| to hear her." he went on, growing
more and more severe. "You ought
to just come around our newspaper
building any afternoon you please, az
| ter school, when Henry and are
tryin' to do our work in, anyway, some
peace. Why, she just squawks and
/ squalls and SOU
at must be terrible" Uncle Joseph
interrupted. "What do you do all that
for. Florence, every afternoony
"Just for exercise" she answered
dreamily: and her placidlty the more
exasperated her journalist cousin.
"she does 1t because she thinks she
ought to be runnin' our own news
paper, my and Henrys; that's why
she does It! She thinks she knows
more about how to run newspapers
than anybody alive; but there's one
thing she's goin' to find out; and thar
is, she don't have anything more to
do with my and Henrys newspaper.
We wouldn't have another single one
of her ole poems In 1t, no matter how
much she offered to pay us! Uncle
Joseph, think you ought to tell her
she's got no business around my and
Henry's newspaper building
"But, Herbert" Aunt Fanny sug-
gested, "you might let Florence have
a little share In II of some sort. Then
everything would be all right"
'It would?' he demanded, his voice
cracking naturally, at his age, but also
under strain OF the protest he wished
Il to express. ut woo-wudf Oh, my
goodness, Aunt Fanny, | guess you'd
like to see our newspaper just utter
ably ruined Why. we wouldn't let
that girl have any more to do with IL
than we would some horse !"
"Oh, oh" both Aunt Fanny and
Aunt Carrie exclaimed, shocked.
1--WE wouldn't" Herbert insisted. "A
horse would know any amount more
how to run newspaper than she does
anyway, a horse wouldn't make so
much noise around there. Soon as
we got our printing press: we SAID
right then that we made up our minds
Florence Atwater wasn't ever goin' to
have a single thing to do with our
newspaper. If you let her have any
thing to do with anything she wants
to run the whole thing But she might
Just as well learn to stay away from
our newspaper building, because after
we got her out yesterday we fixed a
way SOS she'll never get In there
again |"
Florence looked at him demurely
"Are you sure, HERBERT" she in
CURED
"Just you try I'll" he advised, with
heaitiest sarcasm; and he laughed
tauntingly. "Just come around to-
: morrow and try 1t; that's oil ! ask =
81 cert'nly intend TO-" she responded
with dignity. II may have a slight
surprise for you"
"Oh, Florence, say not sol Say mol
so, Florencel Say not So"
I At this she looked full upon him
I and already she had something In the
nature of n surprise for him; for Sc
, powerful was the still balefulness OF
her glance he was slightly startled
r II might say not So" she said--"lf
was speaking of what pretty eyes yor
! know You have. Herbert"
1t staggered him. "What-what-
, you mean?"