The Holly chieftain., 1921-10-06
pARr Continues.


s.
For, by the time these explanations
ESQ to call them) took place, Florence
was indeed maxim fuss. Her emo
tons. 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 Ori-
ole, paying for them, too {though mot
without injurious argument) at the
rate of two cents n 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 bad 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. I'VE wouldn't,
let another one in it, Not for fifty
dollars! Just look at all the trouble
we took moillng 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
md g0in' On this way. and all this ana,
that. why. wouldn't go through 1T
again for hundred dollars. We're
maxim good money anyhow, with our
newspaper, Florence Atwater. !. You
needn't think we depend on you, for
sur liying!"
"That's So" his partner declared.
I'VE knew you wouldn't be satisfied
anyway. Florence. Didn't We, Hehry?r
II should say we didl" 4: :,
Eyes. sir!" said Herbert. fright
when we were havin' the worst time
tryin' to print II and make, out some
o. the words, said right then. we.
were just throwing away our time...tf
said, what's the user That ole girls.
hound to raise Cain anyhow. 50. wAat's
the use wastin' whole lot; offUut:
good time and brains like this. juSts to-;
suit her! Whatever we do. she's cer>s
tain to come over here and insuitSus.s 5
Isn't that what 1 said, HenryT
"Yes. 1t Is: and said then yUiiS
were right, and you are right r" I'D
'Cert'nly l am" said Herbert.
Didn't I tell you she'd be- Just EthAI
way some Of the family say she b n
A good many Of 'em ray she'd fnd 4
fault with the undertaken at her own
funeral. That's just exactly what
said!" f 50 ~.
..Oh. you didr' Florence burlesdue,,
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 last remarks OH this subject
I've said enough" a.,
"Oh. have your" Herbert interrupt
ed with violent sarcasm. "Oh. no
Say not 80! Florence, say not sOr'
At this. Henry Rooter loudly shout
ed with applausIve hilarity; where
upon Herbert. rather surprised ut his
own effectiveness, naturally repeated
his mot.
''Say not so, Florence! Say not
so! Say not sol"
"Ill tell you one thing" his lady
cousin cried. thoroughly Ihsnflaedil
II wish to make Just one lasf simple
remark that would care to soil my.
self with in your respects Mister Her
bert Illingsworth Atwater and Mister
Henry RoOter!"
"Oh. say not so. Florence" they
both entreated. Say not so! Say
not sou
"rll Just simply state the simple
TRUTH" Florence announced. "In the
first place you're goin' to live to see
the day when you'll come and beg me
on your bented knees to have me put
poems or anything want to on your
ole newspaper. but I'll Just laugh at
you! 1ndeedY' I'll sayl' 'Sb ''y6u I
come beggin' around me. do your .Ha;
ha" I'll say guess it's little too.
late for that! Why wouldn't"
"Oh. say not so. Florence Say NOT
sol" gre ~ 4
Me allow you to have one Of my
poemsT I'll say. Much less thnn that +
I'll say. because even II was wear
ing the Oldest shoes got in the world
! wouldn't take the trouble to-" I
Her conclusion was drowned but
"Oh. Florence, say not soi Say yfnot
so, Florence Say not sol" e;N
The hateful entreaty still murmured
in her resentfuI ears that night. as
she fell asleep; and she passed into
the beginnings OF dream with her
lips slightly dimpling the surface of
her pillow In belated repartee. And
upon waking. though 1t was Sunday,
her first words. half slumbr6us in the
silence of the morning, were. "vlle
things" Her faculties became more
alert. during the preparation of a