The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1922-02-09
PART Continued.

RAM i-A0HIlUuCQs
s.
For. by the time these explanations
ESQ to call them) took place, Florence
vas indeed maxim a fuss. Her emo
lions, 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
10 distribute, gratis. among relatives
and friends. several copies Of the ORR
ole, paying for them, too (though not
rate OF two cents a copy. But upon
returning to her own home. she be-
came calm enough (for a IN or
sO1 TO look over the poem with at
tentiOn ia 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 r%ennration was practicable.
She ended her oration-or professed
90 end lt--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
Reotes agreed heartily. 1--WE wouldn't
let another one In IL. Not for fifty
dollarsl just look AT all the trouble
we took molling and toiling to get
your ole poem printed as nice as we
could. SO II 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 II
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
Cur iiyiasi"
"That's So" his partner declared.
ave knew YOU wouldn't be satisfied
anyway, Florence. Didn't we, Henryg'
II should say we didl'
Eyes, sir!" said Herbert. Fright
when we were hayln' the worst time
tryin' to print II and make out some
o. the words, | said right then. we
were just throwing away u time. 1
said, what's the use? That ole girls
bound to raise Cain anyhow. so what's
gold time and brains ike this, just to
suit herr Whatever we do, she's GER
tain to come over here and insult us
Isn't that what | said. Henry?"
"Yes, II Is; and l said then you
were right, and you are right"
Certify l am" said Herbert.
"1Dldn't | tell You she'd be just the
wsy 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 |
said -
"0h. you didY Florence burlesqued
N polite interest. "How yirry cons d.
crate OF you! Then, lerhaps 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 your" Herbert interrupt
ed with violent sarcasm. "Oh, no
Say not sol Florence. say not SOL"
At this, Henry Rooter loudly shout
ed with applausive hilarity: where
upon Herbert, rather surprised at his
" effectiveness, naturally repeated
his mot.
assay not so, Florencel Say not
no! Say not sol"
'T1l tell you n thingr" his lady
cousin cried. thoroughly Infatuated.
III wish TO make just m last simple
remark thar | would care to soil my
self with In your respects. Mister Her
bert Ilingsworth Atwater and Mister
Henry Rootert"
ooh. say not so. Florence" they
both e~Dtreated. "Say not sol Say
not sol"
.rn Just simply state the simple
truth Florence announced. I'm 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 i~ex,spaper. but III just laugh at
youi 'IndeedY I'll say. so you
come beggin' around rue, do you? Ha,
ma 4 TIL snv--T guess It's a little too
hate for thati Why I wouldn't"
"ol,. say not so, Florence Say not
Me allow you to have . Of my
poemsy III say. Much less than thatf
In say. 'because ven II ] wns wear.
oldest shoes I got In the world
+ ,rcul INT taxa the trouble to-@