The Challis messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1912-current, 1922-02-01
By
Booth
Harrington
OoSynght, 1877
"''ne Bell Syndicate, Ina

A'ih e were runnin' lpno,;o
asylum the way she takes on Shs
.'o'iers and bellers and SQUALLS and
sauawks' The least little teeny thing
'lie uont like about the way we run
o ,. paper, she comes flappin' over
'Aere and goes to screechin' around
you could hear her out at poorhouss
| farm" r0' N'u'0
Now now, Herbert" his Aunt Fan.
ny mterposed. Poor little Florence
'sh I SAYING anything impolite to yo,-
| 'lot right now, at any rate. Whv don't
| oncc?'
| hFr unfortunate expression revoted
all the cousinly manliness In Herbert's
| DoSsom. BE little sweet TO herY'
he echoed, with poignant incredulity,
ana then In candor made plain how
poorly Aunt Fanny inspired him. II
JUST eNackly as soon be little sweet
TO an alligator" he asserted: such
was his bitterness on this subject.
"Oh, OH" said Aunt Carrie.
would!' Herbert insisted. "Or
mosquito. I'd rather, to either of
EN-, because, anyway, they don't make
$" much noise. Why, you Just ought
10 near her. he went on, growing
more and more severe. "You ought
10 just come around our newspaper
building any afternoon you please, af-
ter school, when Henry and l are
tryin' to do our work in, anyway. some
peace. Why, she just squawks and
squalls and squ-"
ut must be terrible" Uncle Joseph
interrupted. What do you do all that
for, Florence, every afternoon?'
Just for exercise" she answered
dreamily; and her placidity the more
exasperated her journalist cousin.
"She does 1t because she thinks she
ought to be runnin' our own news.
paper, my and Henry's; that's why
she does 1t! She thinks she knows
more about how to run newspapers
than anybody alive; but there's one
thing she's goin' to find out; and that
is, she don't have anything more to
do with my and Henrys newspaper.
We wouldn't have another single ona
Of her ole poems In 1t, no matter how
much she offered to pay US! Uncle
Joseph. think you ought to tell her
she's got no business around my and
Henry's newspaper building"
But. Herbert" Aunt Fanny sug.
gested, you might let Florence have
a little share in it of some sort. Then
everything would be all right"
at would?' he demanded, his voice
cracking naturally. at his age, but also
under strain of the protest he wished
il to express. ut woo-wud? Oh, my
goodness, Aunt Fanny, guess you'd
like to see our newspaper just utter
ably ruined. Why, we wouldn't let
that girl have any more to do with 1t
than we would some horse!"
"Oh. oh" both Aunt Fanny and
Aunt Carrie exclaimed, shocked.
1--WE wouldn't" Herbert insisted. "A
horse would know any amount more
how to run newspaper than she does;
anyway, horse wouldn't make so
much noise around there. Soon az
we got our printing press: We SAID
right then that we made up our minds
Florence Atwater wasn't ever goin' to
have a single thing to do with our
newspaper. If you let her have any
thing to do with anything she wants
TO run the whole thing. But she might
lust as we'll learn to stay away from
our newspaper building, because after
we got her out yesterday we fixed
WAY SOS she'll never get In there
again."
Florence looked at him demurely.
"Are you sure, Herbert" she IN
CURED
AUST You try It !" he advised, with
heartiesr sarcasm; and re iausheo
tountincly. "Just come around To-
morrow and try it; that's all l ask:
~ cert'nly intend 70" she responded
with dignity. IT may have s'ls''
surprise for you"
"Oh Florence, say not so! Say not
90 Florence. Say not So
A. This she looked full upon h''a,
ord s,rsady she had something in fhe
nature Of a surprise for him: for ~
noverfuI was the still halefuineSS "r
her glance he was slightly s'ar..e't
az nigh, saw not So" she snid-1f
was speaking Of what pretty eyes you
know YOU Rave. Herbert
7, staggered him. "What-wha''-
veu nean?"