The Snowflake herald., 1922-04-21

| 'iiiiih we were runnln lunaulc
asylum the way she takes on. She
hollers and bellers and squalls and
squawks. The least little teeny thing
she don't like about the way we run
our paper, she comes fiappin' over
there and goes to screechin' around
you could hear her out at poorhouse
farm!'
Now. now, Herbert" his Aunt Fan.
ny interpOsed. Poor little Florence
isn't saying anything impoite to you.
not right now, at any rate Why don't
| you be little sweet to her just for
| once?'
| Her unfortunate expression revoted
all the cousinly manliness in Herbert's
| BOSOM. BE little sweet to her?'
| he echoed, with poignant incredulity,
and then in candOr made plain how
poorly Aunt Fanny inspired him. Il
just exackly as soon be little sweet
to an alligator" he asserted; such
was his bitterness on this subject.
"Oh, oh" said Aunt Carrie
II would" Herbert insisted. cor
mosquito. I'd rather to either of
'em, because, anyway, they don't make
so much noise. Why, you just ought
to hear her." he went on, growing
more and more severe "You ought
to 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 SOU
"It 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 it because she thinks she
| ought to be runnin' our own news
paper, my and Henry's; that's why
! she does it 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 Henry's newspaper.
| We wouldn't have another single one
of her ole poems in it, no matter how
much she offered to pay us! Uncle
Joseph, 1 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 haze
a little share in it of some sort. Then
| everything would be all right"
xxrouI6 bo demanded hic xtOipQ
cracking naturally, at his age, but also
! under strain of the protest he wished
| it to express. "It woo-wud? Oh, my
goodness, Aunt Fanny, l 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 it
than we would some horse!'
ooh, 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 a newspaper than she does;
anyway, a horse wouldn't make so
much noise around there Soon as
we got our printing press: we said
right then that we made up our minds
Florence Atwater wasn't ever goin to
have 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
| just as well learn to stay away from
our newspaper building, because after
we got her out yesterday we fixed a
way SOS she'll never get in there
again.
Florence looked at him demurely.
"Are you sure, Herbert?" she in
| CURED
"Just you try it," he advised, with
heartiest sarcasm; and Ee laughed
tauntingly. "Just come around to-
morrow and try it; that's all l ask !"
81 cert'nly intend to-" she responded,
with dignity. II may have a slight
surprise for you"
ooh, Florence, say not SOL Say not
so, Florence! Say not sol"
At this she looked full upon him,
and already she had something in the
nature of a surprise for him; for so
powerful was the still balefulness of
| her glance he was slightly startled.
81 might say not So" she said-"if
was speaking of what pretty eyes you
know you have. Herbert"
1t staggered him. "What-what-
you mean?"