Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1921-11-10
PART l-Continued.


steps, placing his hands behind him.
Listen, here" he said, you think we
got time to read d lot O. writin' i'll
your ole handwritin' that nobody can
read anyhow, and then go to work and
toll and MOL to print it on the printin'
press? / guess we got work enough
printin' what we wrote for our news
paper our own selves! My goodness,
Florence, 1 told you this isn't any
child's play"
Florence appeared to be somewhat
baff1ed. "WeH," she said. "Well, you
better put this poem in your ole news
paper if you want to have anyhow one
thing in it that won't make everybody
sick that reads it,"
Il won't do =" Herbert said, more
firmly.
what you take us for?" his partner
added, cOnvincingly.
"All right, then" Florence respond
ed, with apparent decisiveness. I'll
go back and tell Uncle Joseph and he'll
take this printing press back"
HE will not take it back. l already
did tell him how you keep pokin
around tryin' to run everything, and
we just worried our lifes out tryin' to
keep you away. He said he bet it was
a hard job; that's what Uncle Joseph
said. SO go on, tell him anything you
want to. You don't get yor ole poem
in our newspaper!'
Not if she lived to be two hundred
years old" Henry Rooter added.
Then he had an afterthought. Not
unless she pays for it."
How do you mean?" 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 it and everything. Well,
we want money, don't we? We could
put this poem in our newspaper like
| an advertisement; that is, if Florence
has got any money, we could"
Herbert frowned "If her ole poem
isn't too long. l guess va could. Here,
| let's see it, Florence" And, taking
the sheet of paper in his hand, he
studied the dimensions of the poem,
though without paining himself to read
I il. well, guess, maybe we IAN do
| it, he said. "How much ought we to
charge her"
This question plunged Henry ROoter
into state of calculation, while Flor
| ence observed him with yelled anXi-
ETY.; but after a time he looked up.
| his brow showing continued strain.
do you keep a bank, Florence-for
nickels and dimes and maybe quar-
tiers, you knOw?" he inquired.
1t was her cousin who impusively
replied for her. mo, she don't" he
said.
Not since 1 was about seven years
old" Florence added sharply, though
with dignity. "Do you still make mud
pies in your back yard, pray?"
"Now, see !" Henry objected.
"Try and be a lady anyway for few
minutes, can't you? l got to figure
out how much we got to charge you
for your ole pOep, don't II"
"WeIl them" Florence returned,
"you better ask me somep'm about
that, hadn't yOu?'
"Well," said Henry Rooter, shave
/ you got any money at homer"
mo. l hi emit"
"Have You got any money with
your
Eyes, l have"
"How mt.rh is it?'
81 won't tell you.2
Henry f owned. 81 guess we ought
to make her pay about two dollars and
a half" he said, turning to his part
| ner.
Herbert felt deferential; it seemed
to him that he had formed business
association with genius, and for q
moment he was dazzled: then he re.
membered I1orence's financial capac
tiles, always well known to him, anG
he looked depressed. Florence, her
self. looked Indignant.
1.-TWO dollars and a halfv' she cried
'Why, l could buy this whole place
for two dollars and a half, printing
|
thrown in, ,'ister Henry RoOter!"
"See here Florence" Henry sait
earnestly, "rrven't you got two dol
lars and hnlf?"
"Of course she HASN'T" his partner
assured him. "She never had two
dollars and /" half in her life!"
"Well, then said Henry gIoomily
VI yKrn G,fI1s Il
How much YOU think we ought t.
charge her"
Herhert'S expression became non
committal Just let me think min
ute" he sf'": and with his hama tC
his brow ""nped behind the unsus
picious FIo~nnce.
81 got to 'rnll" he murmured. tber
with the 'raightforwardness of hi,
age. he sr'derly seized his damse
cousin fror' the rear and held her il
tight bu' ~Hr from affectfonate EN-
brace. pir" Ming her arms. Sht
shrIeked. 'N''"der!" ard Let me go p
and Help Iay-yulpw
Look ir her pocket" Herber
shouted "''He keeps her money il
HeI ShHi I' ct Wilen She'S got any
It's on the t side of her. Don't le
her kick yc''' Look out ~
II got it, said the dpXterous Henry
retreating "nd exhibiting coins. "It'.
one dime and two nickels-twent,
cents. I,E she got any more pocll
rtsf"
'No, Haven't!" Florence forcelr
Informed him. as Herbert released