The Elk Mountain pilot., 1921-09-29

Of her cousin Herbert's fathers SIN.
BILE. Her next action was straight.
forward and anything but prudish; she
climbed the high board fences, one af.
ter the other, until she came to a
pause at the top of that whereon the
two journalists had lately made them
selves so odiously impressive.
Before her. If she had but taken
note of them, were a lesson In history
and the markings of profound transit
tion in human evolution. Beside the
old frame stable was little brick
garage. obviously put to the daily use
intended by its designer. Quite as OBJ
vfously the stable was obsolete; any
body would have known from its out
side that there was no horse within
1t. Here, visible, was the end of the
pastoral age, 1t might be called,
from the Heidelberg jawbone to Mar
coni. The new age begins with ma
chimes that do away with laboring ami
mails and will proceed presently to
machines doing away with laboring
men, although It IL true that cows
may remain in vogue for some time
In spite Of the fact that they are
already milked by electricity, the milk
itself must yet be constructed by the
COW.
All this was lost upon Florence.
She sat upon the fence, her gaze un-
favorably, though wistfully, fixed upon
q sign Of no special esthetic merit
above the stable door:
THE NORTH END DAILY OR1OLE.
ATWATER 4 ROOTER OWNERS AND
PROPREITORa
SUBSCRIBE NOW Is CENTS.
The inconsistency Of the word
daily" did not trouble Florence more
over she had found no fault with
'Oriole" until the "Owners and Pro
preitors" had explained to her in the
plainest terms known to their vocabu-
laries that she was excluded from the
enterprise. Then. indeed, she had
been reciprocally explicit In regard,
not only to them and certain personal
characteristics Of theirs which she
pointed out as fundamental, but in re-
gard to any newspaper which should
deliberately call itself an "Oriole."
The partners remained superior in
manner, though unable to conceal a
natural resentment; they had adopted
"Oriole," not out Of sentiment for the
distant city of Baltimore, nor, indeed,
on account Of any ornithologic inter-
est Of their own, but as a relic from
an abandoned club, or secret society,
which they had previously contem-
plated forming, its members to be
called 1.-THE Orioles" for no reason
whatever. The two friends had
talked of their plan at many meetings
throughout the summer, and when Her
bert's great-uncle, Mr.. Joseph At
water, made his nephew the unex.
pected present of printing press. and
newspaper consequently took the
place of the club, Herbert and Henry
still entertained an affection for their
former scheme and decided to perpet.
uate the name. They were the more
sensitive to attack upon 1t by an ig-
norant outsider and girl like Florence
and her chance of ingratiating her
self with them, If that could be now
her intention, was not promising.
It would be inaccurate to speak of
her as hoping to placate them, how
ever; her mood was inscrutable. She
descended from the fence with pro-
nounced inelegance, and. approaching
the old double doors Of the Carriage
house." which were open, paused to
listen. Sounds from above assured
her that the editors were editing-or
at least that they could be found at
their place of business. Therefore,
she assembled the cobwebby stairway
to the loft, and made her appearance
In the printing room Of the North End
Daily Oriole.
Herbert, frowning with the burden
Of composition. sat at table beyond
the Official railing. and his partner was
engaged at the press, painfully setting
type. This latter person. whom Flor