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LCi. VOLUME XXXVII . LAVRENS, SOUTH CAROLINA, WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBkR 16. 1921 NIRRI 0' 4/' op~jigl (Continued from Last Week.) Such, as is sometimes said, was the first issue, complete, of the North End Daily Oriole. Florence was not im mediately critical of some distortions of ineaning in the body of her poem, due partly to Atwater & Itooter's nat ural lack of experience in a new- and exacting trade; partly to their enviable unconsciousness of any necessity for proofreading; and somewhat to their haste In getting through the final, and least interesting stage of their under taking, Florence's poeni being, In fact, go- far as the printers were concerned, mere back work and anti-climax. And. as.,they later declared, under fire, anybody that could make out more than three words in five of her ole- handwriting was welcome to do It. Besides, what did it imatter if a little bit was left out at the end of one or two of the lines? They couldn't be e'xpected to run the lines out over their margin, could they? -And they m'ever knew anything crazier than, makin' all this fuss because: What if some of it wasn't printed just ex actly right, who in the world was goin' 'to notice it, and what was the dif ference of just a few words different in her ole poem, anyhow? For, by the time these explanations (so to call them) took place, Florence wao indeed makin' a fuss. Her emg tions, at first, had'been happily stimu lated-at sight of "By Florence At water." . A singular tenderness had risea In her-a tremulous sense as of something almost sacred coming at last into its own; and she had hurried to distribute, gratis, among relatives and friends, several copies of the Ori ole, paying for them, too (though not without injurious argument) at the rate of two cents a copy. But upon returning to her own home, she be came calm enough (for a moment or so) to look over the poem with at tention to- 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 timb she got there; and under the circumstances little reparation was practicable. She ended her oration-or professed to end it-by declaring that she would never have hndther poem in their ole .vile newspaper as long as she lived. "You're right about that," Henry Rooter agreed heartily. "We wouldn't let another one in It. Not for fifty dollars I Just look at all the trouble we took moiling and tolling to get your ole poem printed as nice as we could, so it wouldn't ruin our newspa per, and then you comin' over here and gein' on this way, and all this und that, why, I wouldn't go through it again for a hundred dollars. WVe're makin' good money anyhow, with our newspaper, Florence Atwatef. You needn't think we depend on you for our living!" "That's go," his partner declared. "We knewv you wouldn't be satisfied anyway, Florence. Didn't we, Henry?" "I should say Aye did I" "Yes, sir I" said Herb~ert. "Right when we were havin' the worst time tryin' to print it andl make out some o' the words, I sa1(1 rIght then, wve wvere just t rowing awvay our time. I saidl, 'What's the uise? That ole girl's bound to raise Cain anyhow, so what's the use wailtin' a whole lot of our good time and brains like this, just to suit her? Whatever we do, she's cer tain to come over here and insult us.' Isn't that what I said, Ilenr-y?" "Yes, it is; and I said thea you were right,'and you are right!I" "Cert'nly I amn," said Herbert, "Didn't I tell you sh~e'd be just the wvay some of the family say she is? A good many of 'em say she'd find fault with the undertaker at her own funerai. That's just excactiy what I said!I "Oh, you dId?" Florence burlesqued a polite interest. "How virry consid erate of you I Then, perhape you'll try to be a gentidmian enough for one simple moment to allow me to tell I've sald enough-" "Oh, have you.?" Herboert interrupt ed ~'with violent sarcasm. "Oh, no I Say not so!i Florence, say not so!'" SAt this, Henry Rooter loudly shout * .d With applansivo hiarIty: where, I'7 / .1.11 us f f iov: y own effectivssdi lly repeated his mot. "Say not so, Florence I Say not so! Say not sot" "I'll tell you one thing 1" his lady cous!i tried, theroughly iufuriatei. "I wish to make Ailt one last simple remark that I Wto1ld care to sol my. Self with in your respects. Mister Her I.rt Illingsworth Atwater and Mister Ihenry Rootey t" "Oh, say not so, Florence I" they b)oth entreated. "Say not so! Say not so 1. "I'll jitst simply state the simple truth," Florened innoullUred. "In the first place yo'i'e golhi' to live to see the diy when you'll dforme and beg m11e &n your bented knees to hve tme put lotins or anything I writ Ia on your Ole newspaper, but I'll'jist laugh at you ! 'Indeed '' I'll, say ! 'So you come heggin' arop10 me, do you? Itn, ha !' I'll say--'I guess it's a little too h1ate for that!I Why I woulldn't "Olt, say not so, Florence ! Say not Sol" " 'Me allow you to have one of my ioells?' I'll say, 'Much less than that i' I'll say, 'hexOause even if I was wear Ing the oldest shoes I got in the world I wouldn't take the trouble to-'" Iler conluslion was drowned out. "Olh, Florence, say not so! Say not so, Florence! . Says not so I" Tie hateful entreaty still murinurea in her resentful ears that ni ht' -as she fell asleep; and she pas ed into the beginnings of a dream with her lips slightly dimpling the surface of her pillow in belated repartee. And upon waking, though it was Sunday, her first words, half slumbrous in the silence of the morning, Were, "Vile things !" Her faculties became more alert, during the preparation of a toilet which was to serve not only for breakfast, but with the addition of gloves, a hat, and a blue velvet coat, for church and Sunday school as well; and she planined. a hundred Yen geances. That is to say, her mind did not occupy it'self with plots pos siblr to make real; rather it dabbled among those fragmentary visions that love to overlap and displace one an other in the shifty retina of the mind's eye. But in all of these pictures, where in prevailingly she seemed some sort of deathly powerful Queen of Poetry, the postures assumed by the figures of Messrs. Atwater and Rooter (both In an extremity of rags) were miser ably suppliant. So she soothed her self a little-but not long. Herbert in the next pow in church, and Henry in the neigt beyond that, were perfect compositions in smugness. They were cold, contented, aristocratic; and had an imperturbable understanding be tween themselves-qujite. perceptible to the sensitive Flofence-that she was a nuisance now capably disposed St b~y their beautiful discovery of "Say riot so I" Florence's feelings were un becoming to .the bilace and occasion. But at four o'clock that afternoon she was assuaged intosa milder con [lition by the arrival, according to an ugreement made in Sttday school, of the popular Miss Patti Fairchild. Patty wvas thirteen and a half; an sxquislte person with gold-dusted hair, eyes of perfect blue, andI an al luring air of sweet self-consciousness. [lenry Rooter and Herbert Illings worth Atwater, Jr., out gathering news, saw her entering Florence's gate, and immediately forgot that they were reporters. They become si lent and gradually moijd toward the house of their .newspaper's sole poetess. ; ' Florence and Patty occupied them selves indoors for half an hour ; then went out into the yard to study a rnol's tunnel that had interested Fier ance redently. They followed It across the lawn at the soli side of the house, discussing the habits of moles Imd other matters of . oology; and ilnally lost the track near the fence, which was here the "back fence," blgher than their heads. Patty looked through a knothole to see it the tun sel was' visible in the next yard, but withoust reporting uponl her observa tions shO turned, as if carelessly, and leaned back against the fence, cover Ing the knothole. "Florence," she said, in a~tone soft * nd lovelier. thaa. sig ha4 be g using heretofore-. "Florence, do you know what I think?" "No. Could you. see any more tracks over there?" "Florence." said Patty-"I was Just going to tell you something-only may be I better not." "Why not?" Florence inquired. "Go on and tell me." "No," said Patty, gently. "You might think it was silly." "No, I won't." "Yes, you might." "I promise I won't." "Well, then-oh. Florence, I'm sure you'll think it's silly I" "I promised I wouldift." "Well-I don't think I better say it." "Go on," Florence urged. "Patty, you got to." "Well, then, if I got to," said Patty. "What I was going to say, Florence: Don't you think your cousin Herbert and Henry Rooter have got the nieest eyes of any boy in town?" "Who?" Florence was staggered. "I do," Patty sald in her charming voice. "I think Herbert and Henry've got the nicest eyes of any boy in town." "You do?" Florence cried incred. Just Received A New Beautiful Assortment Ladies' and Children's MILLINERY SPECIALLY PRICED FOR THIS SALE I MID~ GREED SHOES ) Infant's Felt Shoes, all colors, Special . 29c Ladies' All Wool - Fancy SWEATERS In all the latest colors. In Regular price $4.98. V4 Special $2.98 SHOES Boy Scout Shoes. Size Fi 1 to 5%/. Special per pair $1.85' SHOES Boys' Dress Shoes, Oe 11%'/ to 2. Regular price $2.98. Specialn $1.98 Greenb North Side of Sc ulously. "Yes, I really do, Florence. I think Herbert Atwater and Henry Rooter have got just the nicest eyes of any boy in town." "Well, I never heard anything like this before!" Florence declared. "But don't you think they've got the nicest eyes of any boy in town?" Pat ty insisted, appealingly. "I think," said Florence, "'Their eyes are Just horrablel" "What? "Herbert's eyes," continued Flor ence ardently, "are the very worst lookin' ole squinty eyes I ever saw, and that nasty little Henry Rooter's eyes-" But Patty suddenly became fidgety; she hurried away from the fence. "Come over here, Plorence," she said. "Let's go over to the other side of the yard and talk." And it was time for her to take some such action if she wished to show any tact. Messrs. Atwater and Rooter, seated quietly together upon a box on the other side of the fence (though with their backs to the knot hole) were beginning to show signs of inward disturbance. Already flushed with unexpecte(Il Ineftab~ilties, their [ERE'S NEWS -SEA '-A (BURG'S DR Ex-tra Heavy BOYS' U. S. ARMY Boys' Cordi Blanket Cloth extra stroi 66 inches wide. - to 10 Special, yard 9 50c MEN'S 4 BABY ROY I 'BlLANKETS All Sizes. light blue and pink, thing for I try warm and dura- p ble. Special$2 69c $2___ CHECKED Boys' S HOMESPUN In all slZeE ne assortment of price pretty plaids. 2 Special 9 8%c CHILE] CORSETS CO2 ie lot of Ladles' Cor- In all the Ls in white and pink sgs the latest models. $2.98, $3 Special 298 3 $1.00 each . $5.98, ur g's Dr uare complexIonis had growi even pinker upon Florence's open-hearted expres sions of opinion. Slowly they turned their heads to look sternly -ttt the fence, upon the other side of which stood the maligner of the!r coes. Not that they cared what that ole girl thought-but she oughtn't to be al lowed to go around talking like this and perhaps prejudicing everybody that had a word to say for them. "Come on over here, Florence," called Patty huskily, from the other side of the yard. "Let's talk over here." Florence was puzzled, but consent ed. "What you want to talk over hero for?" she asked. "Oh, I don't know," said Patty. "Let's go out la the front yard." She led the way around the house, and a moment later uttered a cry of surprise as the firm of Atwater & Rooter, passing along the pavement, hesitated at the gate. Their celebrat ed eyes showed some doubt for 'a mo ment, then a brazenness; #erbert and Henry decided to come in' "Isn't this the funni et ' thing?" cried Patty. "After whak\'I just a while ago-you know, Flortuce. Don't you dare to tell 'em." (Continued on Page 4, this asection) InsI l . THAT'S NEW! )ON S T- % Y GOODS S PANTS BOYS' SUITS uroy Pants, All Wool 'and Wo4 ig, sizes up Mixed. Specially years Priced e$2.50, $3.98, $4.9 30 D - $6.98, $7.98 'ANTS Babies' Vel Just the vet Bonnets tard wear. Beautifully Trimmei tir Value up to $2.98. 98 Special 98c weaters . Regular Men's and cial 'Ladies' Hose C In black, white, brow and gray. special at, Pair ~REN'S 10c LTS latest de- Ladies' Dresses pedal atIn all the latest model 98, $4.98 and the newest shadei $6.98 $5.98 to $14.98 v Goods - JLAND) SALE State of South Carolina, County of Laurens. PROBATE (OURT Pursuant to a decree of the Court in case of Sallie R. Sweeney individu ally, and as administratrix of the es tate of Anderson Robertson, deceased, Plaintiff, against Thad Roberteon et al, defendants, I will soll at -public auction to the highest .bidder, at .Lau rens C. HT., S. C., on ,Salesday in De comber, 1921, the 5th day of the month, during the legal -hours -for such sales, the following described property, to wit: All that tract or plantation of land, situate, lying and being near Gray Court. in INaurens county, State of South Carolina, containing fiftytwo '52) ac.es, more or less, and bounded on the north by lands formerly -be longing to -Nancy Robertson; on the east by lands of Mrs. J. N. Ljeake n the south by lands of (R. L. Gray, A on the west by lands of Bud 'Putnam. Terms of sale: cash. Purchaser to --ay for papers. If the purchaser falls to comply with his 'bid, the -land to 'be resold on the same or some subse (quent salesday on the same terms. and at the risk of the former purchaser. 0. O. TllOMlPSON, J. P. L. C. Nov. 16, 1921. 18-3t-A BEAUTIFUL LINE of Plaid Blankets SPECIALLY PRICED FOR THIS SALE $3.98 and up SHOES 1 lot Boys' Tan Shoes, sizes 6 to 9 $1.65 Regular Price $2.50 ALE TORE SHOES One lot of Girls' Shoes in black and tan. Sizes 9 to 2. $1.98 SHOES *One lot Ladies' Work. Shoes. Regular Price $3.48. Special $2.19 -. Ladies' Bed'Room SLIPPERS In all colors. Regular - price $1.75. Special 98c Curtain Scrim n In White and Ecru in Plain and Flower Bor der. Yard 10c 'Ladies' Skirts I Novelty Plaid Pleated Skirts. The big hit of the season. 'Special at $4.98. Store Laurens, S. C.