The Holly chieftain., 1921-09-29

more than three words In Ave Of her
ole handwriting was welcome to dc
1t. Besides. what did 1t matter If
little bit was left out at the end OF
one or two of the lines? They couldn't
be expected to run the lines out over
their margin, could theyf And they
never knew anything crazler than
maxim all this fuss because: What
If some Of it wasn't printed Just ex-
actly right, who In the world was goin'
to notice 1t. and what was the diff
ference Of just a few words different
in her ole poem. anyhow!
For, by the time these explanations
ESQ to call them) took place, Florence
was indeed maxim fuss. Her emo.
tions, 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 ORR
ole, paying for them, too (though not
rate of two cents 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 had re-
ceived their copies by the time she got
there: and under the circumstances
little reparation was practicable.
She ended her oration-0r 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. 1--WE wouldn't
let another one In 1t. Not for fifty
dollars! Just look at all the trouble
we took mOiIlng and toiling to get
your ole poem printed as nice as we
could, SO 1t wouldn't ruin our newspa-
per, and then you comm over here
and gOin on this way, and all this and
that, why, ! wouldn't go through 1t
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 llving!" .
'That's So" his partner declared
I'VE knew you wouldn't be satisfied
anyway. Florence. Didn't we, Henry?"
II should say we did!"
"Yes. sir!" said Herbert. Right
when we were havin' the worst time
tryin' to print 1t and make out some
. the words, said right then, we
were Just throwing AWAY our time. l
said, What's the use? That ole girls
bound to raise Cain anyhow, 50 what's
the use wastin' a whole lot of our
good time and brains like this, just to
suit her? Whatever we do, she's GER
tain to come over here and insult u.s.
Isn't that what said, Henry?"
"Yes, 1t is; and said then you
were right, and you are right"
"Cert'nly am" said Herbert.
Didn't tell you she'd be just the
way some Of the family say she isi
A good many of 'em say she'd find
fault with the undertaken at her own
funeral. That's just exactly what I
saidl"
"Oh, you didY Florence burlesqued
polite interest. "How virry consid-
crate OF you! Then perhaps youTl
try to be gentleman enough for
one simple moment to allow me to tell
,,n,, ,,,, Iosf ravno rLo an thie enhiaot
I've said enough"
"Oh, have your" Herbert interrupt
ed with violent sarcasm. "Oh, no
Say not so! Florence, say not so"
At this, Henry Rooter loudly shout
ed with applausive hilarity; where.
upon Herbert, rather surprised at 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 infuriated.
"I wish to make just one last simple
remark that weald care to soil ny.
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 So"
"I'll Just simply state the simple
truth" Florence announced. I'm the
first place you're goln to live to see
the day when you'll come and beg me
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