The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, 1922-01-18


all of him straight through. That's
very nice, don't you think?"
lie seemed to muse before replying.
81 think that's very nice, at her
age especially" Mrs. Atwater urged.
Don't you"
"ic-cs! Oh, yes! At least, sup
pose so. Ah-you don't thlnk-of
course she hasn't had anything ut all
to do with thls?"
"Wcll, i don't see how she could.
You know Aunt Fanny told us how
Herbert declared before them all, only
last Sunday night, that Florence
should never have one thing to do with
his Drintng-preSs, and said they
wouldn't even let her come near it,"
eyes, that's q fact. I'm glad Her
bert made 1t so clear that she can't be
implicated. l suppose the family are
all pretty well down on Uncle Jo-
scph?"
"Uncle Joseph is being greatly
blamed" said Mrs. Atwater primly.
"IIc really ought to have known better
than to put such an instrument into
the hands Of boy Of that age. or
course 1t simply encouraged him to
print nll kinds OF things. We none OF
us think Uncle Joseph ever dreamed
that Herbert would publish anything
like this and of course Uncle Joseph
says himself he mover dreamed such n
thing; he's said SO time and time
again, all afternoon. But Of course
he's greatly blamed"
"I suppose there've been quite
good many OF 'cm over there blaming
him?" her husband inquired.
"IcS-untl he tclephoned to n
garage and hired q car and went for
drive. He said he had plenty Of
money with him and didn't know when
he'd be back"
Serves him right" said Mr. Atwa-
ter. docs anybody know where
Herbert is?"
mot yet"
"Wcll--" and he returned to n for
NOR theme. "I am glad we aren't i'm
plicatcd. Florence Is right there with
you, is she?"
"Ies," she snid. "Shc's right here,
reading. You aren't worried about
her. arc you?" she added.
"Oh, no; I'm sure It's all right. I
only thought"
"!0nly thought whatT
"Wel, it did strike me as curious"
said Mr.. Aviator; Especially after
Aunt Fanny's telling us how Herbert
declared Florence could never have q
single thing to do with his paper
again"
"Well?'
well, here's her poem right at the
top OF 1t, and very friendly item
aDout her history mark Of last June.
1t doesn't seem like Herbert to be so
complimentary to Florence all of
sudden. Just struck me rs rather Gu
rious; that's ALL"
"Why, yes" said Mrs. Atwatcr, at
does seem little odd-whcn you
think OF It,"
Have YOU asked Florence If she
had anything to do with getting out
this weeks Oriolc?"
"Why. no; it never occurred TO me.
especially after whut Aunt Fanny told
us said Mrs. Atwater. "I'll ask her
now
But she was obliged to postpone the
intended question. Sesame and
Lilies" lay swcctly in the chair that
Florence had occupied, but Florence
herself had gone somewhere else.
She had gone for q long, long ram
BILE, and pedestrians who encountered
her, and took note Of her expression,
were Interested; and, as they went on
their way, several OF them intcrrupted
the course of their mcditations to say
to themselves that she was the most
thoughtful-looking young girl they had
ever seen. There was touch of visit
fulncss about her, too; as OF one
whose bencv0lence must rcnounce all
hope of comprehension and reward
Florence, in fact had about reached
the conclusion that far from the lkcli-
hood of her receiving praise for her
thoughtful circulation Of the news
concerning her aunt Julia, there was
n strong probability that dire results,
wordy and otherwise. would cnsue.
Hence her extreme thoughtfuncss.
Among those who observed her un-
usual expression was a gentleman OF
great dimensions disposed in closed
automobile that labOred through mud
hotcs IN an unpaved OutSkirt of the
town. He raped upon the glass In
front Of him, to get the drivers atten-
ton. and a moment later the car
drew up beside Florence. as she stood
in deep revcric Mt the intersection of
two rOatls.
Oncle Joseph opened tho door and
took his cigar from his mouth. "Get