The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1922-01-26
PART i-continued.

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Herbert ut once withdrew a few
steps, placing his hands behind him.
"Listen, here" he said, you think we
got time TO read n lot o. writin' In
your ole handwrltin' that nobody can
read anyhow. and then go TO work and
toll and mol to print II on the printin'
press? ] guess we got work enough
printIn' what we wrote for u news-
paper our own selves! My goodness,
Florence, | told you this isn't any
chlld's playI"
Florence appeared TO be somewhat
baffied. SWELL" she said. swell, yon
better put this poem In your ole news
paper II you want TO have anyhow one
thing In 1t that won't make everybody
sick that reads IT,"
II won't do it," Herbert said, more
ARMY.
"Whaf you take us forf" his partner
added, convlncingly.
"All right, then" Florence respond,
ed. with apparent decisiveness. "T1l
go back and tell Uncle Joseph and he'll
tAhN ihiS pilHiiIS piCSS DuNhs
"He will not take II back. l already
did tell him how you keep pokin'
around try.n' to run everything. and
we just worried our lifes out tryin' TO
keep you away. He said he bet II was
a hard job that's what Uncle Joseph
said. SO go on, tell him anything you
want to. You don't get yor ole poem
I'm our newspaper"
mot If she lived to be two hundred
years old I" Henry llooter added.
Then he had an afterthought. Not
unless she pays for It,"
"How do you mean?" Herbert asked,
puzzled.
Henry's brow had become %corrugat-
ed with no little professional impress
s~lveness. "You know what we were
falkin' about this morning" he said.
"How the right way to run ~ news-
paper, we ought TO have some adver-
tlsemehts In I. and everything. Wen,
we want money, don't we? We could
put this poem In our newspaper like
an advertisement that Is, II Florence
has got any money, we could"
Herbert frowned. IF her ole poem
isn't too long. ] guess we could. Here.
let's see II, Florence" And. taking
the sheet OF paper in his hand. he
studied the dimensions of the poem,
though without palning himself to read
IL. "Well, ! guess. maybe we can do
It," he said. "How much ought we to
charge her?"
This question plunged Henry Rooter
into O state OF calculation. while Flor
ence observed him with yelled anxi-
ETY.; but after a time he looked up.
MS brow showing continued strain.
"Do you keep a hank. Fiorence-for
nickels and dimes and maybe quar-
tiers. you known he inquired.
Ii was her cousin who impulsively
replied for her. mo, she DON'T" he
saId.
No since I was about seven years
old" Florence added sharply. though
with dignity. "po yau still make mud
pies In your back yard. pray"
Nov. see herer' Henry objected.
'"Try and be o lady anyway for a few
minutes. can't your got TO figure
out how much We got 10 charge you
for your ole poem, don't n"
swell. them" Florence returned.
s.you better ask me somep'm about
that. hadn't your
'Well." said Henry Rooter. shave
you got any money at homer
emo. I haven't"
slave you got any money with
your
Eyes. I have"
sIfow much Is ItT"
/, II WON'T tell you"
Henry frowned. 81 guess we ought
20 make her pay about two dollars md
a half" he said. turning to mis- part
ner.
Herbert felt ~deferentlal; II seemed
TO him that he had formed a business
association with a genirs. and for a
momen he was iaxzled; then he re-
memhered Fiorence's financial capac-
tiles. always well known to him. and
he looked depressed. Florence, her
self. looked indignant.
s~Txo collars and a half" she cried.
svhy. / could buy this whole place
for two dollars and a alt. printing
press. railing. and ali-ses. and o
thrown In, Mister Henry Rootcri"
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