The Pulaskian., 1921-12-22
PART l-continued.


 (so to call them) took place, Florence was indeed makin' a 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 it's own; and she had hurried to distribute, gratis, among relatives and friends, several copies Of the Ori- ole, paying for them, too (though not without injurious argumenD at the rate of two cents copy. But upon returning to her own home, she be- came calm enough (for moment OF sol 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 to end it-by declaring that she would never have another poem in their ole vile newspaper as long as she lived.
 You're right about that" Henry Rooter agreed heartily. We wouldn't let another one in 1t. Not for fifty dollars Just look at all the trouble we took moiling and toiling to get your ole poem printed as nice as we could, so it wouldn't ruin our newspa- per, and then you comin' over here and goin on this way, and all this and that, why, I wouldn't go through it again for a hundred dollars. We're maxim good money anyhow, with our newspaper, Florence Atwater. You needn't think we depend on you for our living!"
 'sThat's so," his partner declared. "We knew you wouldn't be satisfied anyway, Florence. Didn't We, Henry?"
 q should say we didP'
 "Yes, sir!' said Herbert. Right when we were havin' the worst time tryin' to print it and make out some O the words, I said right then, we were just throwing away our time. I 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 cer- tain to come over here and insult us.' Isn't that what I said, Henry?'
 "Yes, it is; and I said then you were right, and you are right"
 "Cert'nly I am,' said Herbert. Didn't I tell you she'd be just the way some of the family say she is! A good many of lem say she'd find fault with the undertaken at her own funeral. That's just exactly what l said!"
 aOh. you did?" Florence burlesqued T polite interest. "How virry eonsid- crate of you Then, perhaps you'll fry to be a gentleman enough for one simple moment to allow me to tell you my last remarks on this subject. Eve said enough"
 "oh, have you?" Herbert interrupt ed with violent sarcasm. "Oh, no! Say not sol Florence, say not so|
 At this, Henry Rooter loudly shout ad with appIausive hilarity; where upon Herbert, rather surprised at his own effectiveness, naturally repeated his mot.
 "say not so, Florencel Say not so! Say not so!
 "rIl tell you one thing" his lady consin cried, thoroughly infuriated.' q wish to make just one last simple remark that I would care to soil my self with in your respects, Mister Her hort ulingsworth Atwater and Mister Henry Rooter!'
 aOh say not so, Florence! they both entreated. Say not so! Say ,ot so"
 I,u just simply state the simple trnth r Florence announced. Tn the first place you're goin' to live to see the day when you'll come ana peg me on your bented knees to have me put noems or anything I want to on your ole newspaper, but I'll just laugh a' vou, TndeedY I'll say 50 you come beggin' around me, do you! ha' bar rll say-T guess it's a llttie too late for that Why I wouldn't
 aoh say not so, Florencel Say nor so n,v
 "sMe allow you to have one ol my ,, poemsy I'll say. Much less thah 'na' I'll say, because even if l was u,a weaf, nc the oldest shoes I got in the Woi'u 7 ,,o,ldn,f take the trouble to--