Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1921-11-24
PART I-Continued.

For, by the time these explanations
$50 to call them) took place, Florence
was indeed maxim fuss. Her emo
tiohs, 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
without injurious argument) at the
rate of two cents copy. But upon
returning to her own home, she be-
came calm enough (for a 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-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. eve wouldn't
let another zone in it, 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 comm over here
and goin' on this way, and all this and
that, why, l wouldn't go through it
again for q hundred dollars. We're
maxim good money anyhow, with our
newspaper, Florence Atwater. You
needn't think we depend on you for
our living!"
''That's so," his partner declared.
'We knew you wouldn't be satisfied
anyway, Florence. Didn't we, Henry?'
Il should say we didr"
'Yes, sir!' said Herbert. Fright
when we were havin' the worst time
tryin' to print it and make out some
o. the words, 1 said right then. we
were just throwing away our time. 1
said, What's the use? That ole girls
bound to raise Cain anyhow, so 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 US.
Isn't that what l said, Henry?"
"Yes, it is; and l said then you
were right, and you are right"
"Cert'nly l am" said Herbert.
Didn't 1 tell you she'd be just the
way some Of the family say she is?
A good many of 'em say she'd find
fault with the undertaken at her own
funeral. That's just exactly what l
said p'
"Oh, you did?" Florence burlesqued
a polite interest. How virry consid-
crate of you! Then, perhaps you'll
try to be a gentleman enough for
one simple moment to allow me to tell
you my last remarks on this subject.
I've said enough"
"Oh, have you?" Herbert interrupt
ed with violent sarcasm. "Oh, no
Say not so! Florence, say not SOP
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
SOL Say not SOL"
"Tn tell you one thing!" his lady
cousin cried, thoroughly infuriated
81 wish to make just one last simple
remark that 1 would care to soil my.
self with in your respects, Mister Her
Henry RoOter!"
."Oh, say not so, FlorenceT they
both entreated. Say not sol Say
not sol"
"P1l just simply state the simple
| truth" Florence announced. "In the
first place you're gOin' to live to see
the day when Sou1l come and beg me
or your bentet knees to have me put
poems or anything l want to on your
ole newspaper, but I'll just laugh al
you! Indeed? I'll say! so you
come beggin' around me, do you? Ha
ha! I'll say-I guess it's little toe
late for that Why l wouldn't"
"Oh, say not so, Florence! Say moi
sol"
Me allow you to have one Of my
poemsT I'll say, Much less than that I!
I'll say, because even if l was, wear
ing the oldest shoes got in the world
l wouldn't take the trouble to-"
Her conclusion was drowned out
"Oh, Florence, say not so! Say moi
so, Florence! Say not sor'
| The hateful entreatY still mur1n11ref