The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1921-11-24

ElOrence renamed colo TO this rea-
soning. "Oh, pootl" she said.
Now. look herei" her cousin re-
monstrated, and went on with his ar
gument. I'VE got our newspaper work
TO do. and you ought to have sense
enough to know newspaper work like
this newspaper work we got on our
hands here isn't-well. It amt any
child's play"
His partner appeared to approve of
the expression, for he nodded severely
and her used it himself. mo. you
bet it isn't any child's play| he said.
mo, sir" Henry Rooter again
agreed. Newspaper work like this
isn't any child's play at allr
ut isn't any child's play, Florence"
said Herbert. ut amt any child's
play at all, Florence. If 1t was just
child's play or something like that,
why it wouldn't matter so much your
always pokin' up here, and"
Well" the partner interrupted, jul
dicially, I'VE wouldn't wan her
around, even if it was child's play"
mo, we wouldn't; that's So" Her
bert agreed.
I'VE wouldn't want you around, any
how, Florence" Here his tone be-
came more plaintive. $50. for mercy's
sakes, can't you go on home and give
US a little rest? What you want, any
how?'
well. | guess it's about time you
was askin' me that" she said, not un-
reasonably. IF you'd asked me thar
in the first place, instead of actin like
you'd never been taught anything. and
was only fit to associate with hood
lums. perhaps my time is of some
value, myself"
The lack of rhetorical cohesion was
largely counteracted by the strong
expressiyeness of tone and manner; at
all events, Florence made perfectly
clear her position as a person Of
worth, dealing with the lowest of all
her interiors. She went on, not paus-
ing:
Il thought, being as l was related to
you, and all the family and everybody
else goin' to hat to read your ole
newspaper, anyway it'd be a good
thing if what was printed in it wasn't
all a disgrace to the family, because
the name of our family's got mixed up
with this newspaper; so hereI"
Thus speaking, she ooh the poem
from her pocket and with dignity
held 1t forth to her cousin.
Whats that?" Herbert inquired, not
moving a hand. He was but an anna
teur, yet already enough of an editor
to have his suspicious.
TITS a poem" Florence said. II don't
know whether ! exackly ought to have
1t in your ole newspaper or not, but on
account of the family's sake l guess
better. Here, take it,"
Herbert at ono withdrew a few
steps, placing his hands behind him.
Listen, here" he said, you think we
got time to read a lot o. writin' in
your ole handwritin' that nobody can
read anyhow, and then go to work and
toll and MOL to print 1t on the printin'
press? ! guess we got work enough
~ A1Llh NIdt We MTOIt IOT our NEWS
paper our own selvesl Ny goodness,
Florence, | told you this isn't any
playi"
Florence appeared to be somewhat
We'll" she said. We'll, you
better put this poem in your ole news
paper if you want to have anyhow one
hing in it that won't make everybody
lick that reads it,"
Il won't do iti' Herbert said, more
What you take us for?" his partner
dded, convincingIy.
"All right, then" Florence respond
with apparent d~ecisiveness, I'm
0 back and tell Uncle Joseph and he'll
Ike this printing press back"
HE will not lake it back. / already
id tell him how WON been nokin'