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I~ VOLUME XXXVII. LAURENS, SOUTH CAROLINA, WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 12, 1921. ,(Continued from Last Week.) SYNOPSIS. PART ONE. Proud possessor of a printing press, and equipment, the gift of Uncle Joseph to his nephew, Herbert Illingsworth Atwa ter, Jr., aged thirteen, the fortunate youth, with his chum, Hlenry Rooter. about the same age, begins the publiva tion of a full-fledged newspaper, the North ]lnd Daily Oriole. Herbert's small cousin, F'lorence Atwater being barred from any kind of participation in the enter prise, on account of her intense and nat ural feminine desire to "boss," is frankly annoyed, and not at all backward in say ing no. However, a poem she has writ ten is accepted for Insertion In the Oriole, on a strictly commercial basis-cash in advance. The poem suflers somewhat from the inexperience of the youthful publishers in the "art preservative." Her not altogether unreasonable demand for republication of the masterpiece, with its beauty unmarred are scorned, and the break between Mins Atwater and the publishers ,of tje'. Oriole widens, - - L!erbert, frowning with the burden of composition, sat at a table beyond the official railing, and bin partner was engaged at the press, painfully setting type. This latter person, whom Flor 4 "Herel Didn't I and Herbert Tell You to Keep Out o' Here?" ence for several months had named not once otherwise than as "Thnt nasty little Henry Rooter," was of strangely clean and smooth fair-haired appearance, for his age. She looked him over. is profile wa's of a symme'try he had not himself yet begun to appre c late; his dlress wvas scrupullous and 'modish ; and though he was short nothing outward about him explained :the moi'e sinister of Florence's twvo adjectives. Yet she had true occasion for It, beause on the (lay before shte b tegan Its long observanco he had made hier uneasy lest an orange seed she had ewallowe.d should toke root and grow rip within her toe a alze inevi tably fatal. Then, with her cousin Herbert's stern assistanice, Fiorence had realized that her gullibility was not to be expected 4n anybody over seven years old, after which age such legendls are su1posed to be encouna tered with the derision of experienced people. 11er fastilousness aroused, she tde cided that Hienry Rooter had no busi ness to 1b0 talking about what would happen to her insides, anyhow ;.and so Informed him at their next mneeting, adding an explanation which absolute ly proved hlim to b)0 no gentleman. And her opinion of hinm was still p~er; fcctly plin in her expression as she mado her present intrusion upon his working hours. He seemed to re ciprocate. "IHerc I Didn't I and Herbert tell you to keep out o' here?" he demand ed, even before Florence had devel eped the slIghtest form of greeting. - "Look at her, Herbert i She's back again I4 "Yeu get out 0' here, Florence," said lierhert, abandonming his task with a look of paUin. '"How often weo hat to tell you we don't want you around here when we're in our omlee like this?" "Ire heaven's nntro I" fienry Rooter luns, perhaps my time is of some value, myself I" The lack of rhetorical cohesion was largely counteracted by the strong expressiveness of tone and manner; at all events, Florence made p rfectly clear her position as a perhon of worth, dealing with the lowest of all her inferiors. She went on, not paus ing: "I thought, being as I was related to you, and all the family and everybody else goin' to haf to read your ole newspaper, anyway It'd be a good thing if what was printed in It wasn't all a disgrace to the family, because the name of our family's got mixed up with this newspaper; so here I" Thus speaking, she took the poem from her pocket and with dignity held' it forth to her cousin. "What's that?" 1ierbert Inquired, not moving ai hand. He wdis but an ama teur, yet already enough of an editor to have his suspicions. "It's a poem," Florence said. "I don't know whether I exackly ought to have it in your ole newspaper or not, but on account of the family's sake I guess I better. Here, take it." Herbert at once withdrew a few steps, placing his hands behind him. "Listen, here," lie said, "you think we got time to read a lot o' writin' in your ole handwritin' that nobody can read anyhow, and then go to work and toll and moll to print it on the printin' press? I guess we got work enough printin' what we wrote for our news paper our own selves l My goodness, Florence, I told you this isn't any child's play I" Florence appeared to be somewhat baffled. "Well," she said. "Well, you better put this poem in your ole news paper if you want to have anyhow one thing in it that won't make everybody sick that reads it." "I won't (1o It I" Herbert said, more firmly. "What you take us for?" his partner added, convincingly. "All right, then," Florence respond ed, with apparent decisiveness. "I'll go back and tell Uncle Joseph and- he'lL take this printing press back." "Ie will not take it back. I already did tell him how you keep pokin' around tryin' to run everything, and we just worried our lifes out tryin' to keep you away. He said he bet it 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 in our newspaper 1" "Not if she lived to be two hundred years old I" Henry Rooter added. Then he had an afterthought. "Not unless she pays for It." "1 [ow do you mean?" Herbert asked, puzzled. Henry's brow had become corrugat ed with no little professional impres siveness. "You know what we were talkin' about this morning," he said. "How the right way to run our news paper, we ought to have some adver tisements in It and everything. Well, we want money, don't we? We could put this poem in our newspaper like an advertisement; that is, if Florence has got any money, we could." Herbert frowned. "If her ole poem isn't too long. I guess we could. Here, let's see it, Florence." And, taking the sheet of paper in his hand, he studied the dimensions of the poem, though without paining himself to read it. "Woll, I guess, maybe we can do it," he said. "How much ought we to charge her?" This question plunged Henry Rooter into a state of calculation, while Flor ence observed him with veiled anxi ety'; but after a time he looked up, his brow showIng continued strain. "Do you keep a bank, Florence-for nickels and dimes and maybe quar ters, you know?" he inquired. It was her cousin who impulsively replied for her, "No, she don't," he saidl. "Not since I was about seven years old I" Florence added sharply, though wIth dignity, "Do you still make mud pies in your back yard, pray?" "Now, see here I" IHenry objected. "Try and be a lady anyway for a few minutes, can't you? I got to figure out how much we got to charge you for your ole poem, dlon't I?" "Well, then," Florence ret' d, "you better ask me somep'm aL aIt that, hadn't yolt?" "WVell," said Henry Rooter', "have you got any money at home?' "No, I haven't." "Have you got aoy money with you?" "Yes, I have." "How mutch is it?"r "I won't tell you." Henry frowned. "I guess we ought to make her pay about t~vo dlollars and a half," lie said, turning to lis part ner. 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II ht 1921- by the B Styndicatelnc. thought fit to n(ld. "Can't you qiuit runming up and down our oflice stairs once in It while, long enough for us to get our newspapier work done? Can't you give us a little peace?" The piinkiness of FIoreie's alter Ing complexion was Justified ; she had not been near their old oflice for four (lys. She stated the fact with heat, ldding: "And I only came then be cniase I knew somebody ought to see that this stable Isn't ruined. It's ily own uncle and aunt's stable, and I got as much right here as anybody." "Yu have not !" Henry (looter pro tested hotly. "This Isn't, either, your ole aunt and uncle's stable." "It Isn't I" "No, It is not I This isn't anybody's stable. It's my and Herbert's news paper building, and I guess you haven't got the face to stand there and claim you got a right to go in a newsmpa'er building and say you got a right there when everybody tells you to stay outside of it, I guess I" "(li, haven't I?" "Ni, you haven't-jl" Mr. Rooter maintnined bitterly. "You just walk downtown -ind go in one of the news paper buildings down there and tell 'em you got a rJght to stay there all day long when they tell you to get out o' there I Just try it I That's all I ask I" Florence uttered a cry of derision. "And pray, whoeyer told you I was bound to do everything you ask me to, Mister Henry Iooter?" And she con cluded by reverting to that hostile impulse, so ancient, which in despair of touching'.n antagonist effedtively, reflects upon his ancestors "Jyou got anyti.Ing you WW sIt,"you go ask yaor grandmotlhe'l" "Here I" ~Herbert sprang to his feet, outraged. "You try and behave like a lady I" "Who'll make me?" she inquired. "You got to behave like a lady as long as you're in our newspaper build ing, anyway," IHerbert said ominously. "If you expect to come up here after you been told five dozen times to keep out-" "For heaven's sakes I" his partner interposed. "When we goin' to get ohr newspaper work done? She's your cousin ; I should think you could get her out I" "Well, I'm goin' to, ain't 9?" Her bert protested plaintively. "I expect to get her out, don't I?" "Oh, you do?" Miss Atwater in quired, with severe mockery. "Pray, how (10 you expect to accomplish it, pray?" Herbert looked desperate, but was unable to form a reply consistent with somo rues of etiquette andl gallantry which lhe had begun to observe (luring the past year or so. "Now, see here, Florence," he said. "You're 01(1 enough to know when people tell you. to keep out of a place, why, it means they want you to stay away from there." FlIorence remained cohl to this rea soning. "Oh, poet I" she saidl. "Nowv, look here I" her cousin re monstrated, and wvent on with hIs ar gument. "We got our newspaper wvorkc to do, and you ought to have sense enough to know newspaper w'. like this newspaper work .we got on our hands hero isn't-well, it ain't any child's play." Ills partner appeared to approve of the expression, for lhe noddled severely and then used it himself.' "No, you bet it isn't any child's play I" lhe said. "No, sir," Henry Rooter again agreed. "Newspaper work like thIs isn't any child's play at all I" "It isn't any child's play, Florence," said Herbert. "It ain't any child's play at all, Florence. If it was just child's play or something like that, why it wouldn't matter so much your always pokin' up here, and-" "WVell," the partner interrupted, ju dlecidhly, "We wouldn't want her around, even if it was child's play." "No, we wouldn't; that's so," Her bert agreed. "WVe wouldn't want you around 'Dy how, Florence." Here his to be came more plaintive. "So, for mercy's sakes, can't you go on~ home and give us a little rest? What you want, any. how ?" "WVell, I uess it's about time you was-aakin te that," pho said, not uin reasoraably. "If you'd asked me that in the first place, instead of actin' like, you'd never been taught anlythlug, am'l wasB only fit to associate with hood