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VOLUME xxxvii. LAURENS, SOUTH CAROLINA, WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 5, 1921.NUBR1
By the end of October, with the dis
persal of that foliage which has served
all suminer long as a pleasant screen
for whatever small privacy may exist
between American neighbors, we begin
to get our autunm high tides of gos
sip. At this season of the year, in our
towns of moderate size and ambition,
where apartment houses have not yet
condensed an( at the same time
sequestered the population, one may
secure visual command of back yard
beyond back yard, both up and down
the street; especially if one takes the
trouble to sit for an hour or so, daily,
upon the top of a high board fence at
about the middle of a block.
Of course an adult who followed
such a course would be thought pe
culiar; no doubt he would be subject
to undesirable comment, and presently
might be called upon to parry severe
if, indeed not hostile inquiries; but
boys are considered so inexplicable
that they have gathered for them
selves any privileges denied their
parents and elders; and a boy can do
such a thing as this to his full content,
without anybody's thinking about it at
all. So it was that Herbert Illings
worth Atwater, Jr., aged thirteen and
a few months, sat for a considerable
time upon such a fence, after school
hours, every afternoon of the last week
In October; and only one person par
ticularly observed him or was stimu
latod to any mental activity by his
procedure. Even at that, this person
was affected only because she was
Herbert's relative, and of an age sym
pathetic to his-and of a sex antipa
In spite of the fact that Herbert Il
lingsworth Atwater, Jr., thus seriously
disporting himself on his father's back
fence, attracted only this audience of
one (and she hostile at a rather dis
tant window) his behavier really
should have been considered piquant
ly interesting by anybody. After climb
ing to the;, op of the fence he would
produce from interior pockets a small
memorandum book and a pencil; sel
dom putting these implements to im
mediate use. His expression was
gravely alert, his manner more than
businesslike; yet nobody could have
failed to comprehend that he was en
joying himself, especially when his at
titude became tense-as at times it
certainly did. Then he would rise, bal
ancing himself at adroit ease, his feet
aligned one before the other on the
inner rail, a foot below the top of the
boards, and with eyes dramatically
shielded beneath a scoutish palm, he
would gaze sternly in the direction of
some object or motion which had at
tracted his attention; and then, having
Mie Would Alt Again and Decisively
Enter a Note in His Memorandum
satisfied himself of something or other,
he would sit again and decisively en
ter a note in his memorandum book.
Hie was not always alone; he was
frequently joined by a friend, male,
and, though shorter thnn Herbert,
qiuite as ol; andu t his comp~anion was
inIPtred. it seeumed.' hy motives pre
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cisely similar to those from which
sprang llerbert's own actions. Like
lierhert, he would sit upon the top of
the high fence, usually at a little is
lance from him; like Herbert he
would rise at intervals, for the better
study of something thisl side of the
horizon ; then, also concluding like
1vierhert, lie would sit again and write
fIrmly in a little notebook. And sel
,lon in the history of the world have
any sessions been invested by the par
ielpints with so intentional an ap
prenrance of importance.
1i was what most injured their
I i observer at the somewhat distant
back window, upstairs at her own
plrwe of residence; she found their im
portaice almiost impossible to bear
without screining. 1ler provocation
was grent ; the important importance
of ilerer twni1 his friend, Impressive
ly maneuvering upon their fence, was
so extreume its to be all too plainly visa
ible neross four intervening broad
back yardls; in fact, there was almost
reason to suspect that the two per
formern were aware of their audience
and even of her goaded condition; and
that they sometimes deliberately in
creased the oitrageousness of their
Importance because they knew she
was watching them. And upon the
Saturday of that week, when the note
book writers were upon the fence at
intervals throughout the afternoon,
F'lorence Atwater's fascinated indigna
tion became vocal.
"Vile things t" she said.
Her mother, sewing beside another
window of the room, looked up in
"What are, Florence?"
"Cousin Herbert and that nasty lit
tle Henry Rooter."
"Are you watching them again?"
her mother asked.
"Yes, I am," said Florence, tartly.
"Not because I care to, but merely
to amuse myself at their expense."
Mrs. Atwater murmured deprecat
Ingly, "Couldn't you find some other
way to amuse yourself, Florence?"
"I don't call this amusement," the
inconsistent girl responded, not with
out chagrin. "Think I'd spend all my
days starin' at Herbert Illingsworth
Atwater, Junior, and that nasty little
Henry Rooter, and call it amusement?"
"Then why do you do it?"
"Why do I do what, mama?' Flor
ence inquired as if in despair of Mrs.
Atwater's ever learning to put things
"Why do you 'spend all your days'
watching them? You don't seem able
to keep away from the window, and
it appears to make you irritable. I
ehould think if they wouldn't let you
play with them you'd be too proud-"
"Oh, good heavens, mama I"
"Don't use expressions like that,
"Well." said Florence, "I got to use
some expression when you accuse me
of wantin' to 'play' with those two vile
things I My goodness mercy, mama, I
don't want to 'play' with 'em I I'm
more than four years old,' I guess;
though you don't ever seem willing to
give me credit for it. I don't haf to
'play' all the time, mama ; and, any
way. Herbert and that nasty little
Henry Rooter aren't playing, either."
"Aren't they?" Mrs. Atwater in
Quired. "I thought the other day you
said you wanted them to let you play
at being a newspaper reporter, or edi
tor, or something like that, with them,
and they were rude and told you to go
away. Wasn't that it?'
Florence sighed. "No, mama, it
"They weren't rude to you?'
"Yes, they cert'nly wbre I"
"Mama, can't you understand?'
Florence turned from the window to
beseech Mrs. Atwater's concentration
upon the matter. "It isn't 'playing I'
I didn't want to 'play' being a report
er; they ain't 'playing'
"Aren't playing, Florence."
"Yes'm. They're not. Herbert's
got a real printing press ; Uncle Jo
seph gave it to him. It's a real one,
mama, can't you understand?'
"I'll try," said Mrs. Atwater. "You
mustn't get so excited about it, Flor
"I'm not i" Florence turned vehe
mently. "I guess it'd take more than
those two vile things and their old
printir,' press to get me excit ed I
don't enr* whait they do; it's far less
than no'ltiner to me! All 1 mvisi s
they'd fall off the fence and break
their vile ole necks I"
With this manifestation of Imper
sonal calmness, she turned again to
the window; but her mother protest
ed. "Do find something else to amuse
you, Florence; and quit watching
those foolish boys; you mustn't let
them upset you so by their playing."
Florence moaned. "They don't 'up
set' me, mama i They have no effect
on me by the slightest degree I And I
told you, mama, they're not 'playing.'"
"Then what are they doing?"
"Well, they're having a newspaper.
They got the printing press and an
offlce in Herbert's ole stable, and ev
erything. They got somebody to give
'em some ole banisters and a railing
from a house that was torn (Iown
somewheres, and then they got it stuck
up in the stable loft, so it runs across
with a. kind of a gate in the middle of
these banisters, and on one side is
the printing press, and the other side
they got a desk from that nasty little
Henry Rooler's mother's attle; and a
table and some chairs, and a map on
the wail; and that's their newspaper
office. They go out and look for what's
the news. and write it (own in ink;
and then Ohey go through the gate to
the other side of the railing where the
printing press Is, and print it for their
"But what do they do on the fence
'That's where they go to watch
what the news Is," Florence explained
morosely. "They think they're so
grand, sittin' up there, pokin' around.
They go other places, too; and they
ask people. That's all they said I
could be l" Here the lady's bitterness
became strongly Intensifled. "They
said, maybe I could be one o' the ones
they asked If I knew anything, some
times, if they happen to think of Itl I
just respectf'ly told 'em I'd decline to
wipe my oldest shoes on 'em to save
their lives I"
Mrs. Atwater sighed. "You mustn't
use such expressions, Florence."
"I don't se4 why not," the daughter
objected. "They're a lot more refined
than the expressions they used on
"Then I'm very glad you didn't play
But at this, Florence once more
gave way to filial despair. "Mama,
you just can't see through anything!.
I've said anyhow fifty times they ain't
-aren't playIng i They're getting up a
real newspaper, and people buy it,
an(d everything. They have been all
over this part of town and got every
aunt and uncle they have, besides their
own fathers and mothers, and some
people in the neIghborhood, and Kitty
Silver and two or three other colored
people besides, that work for families
they know. They're going to charge
twenty-five cents a year, collect-in-ad
vance b'lause they want the money
first; and even papa gave 'em a quar
ter last night; he told me so."
"How often do they publish their
paper, Florence?" Mrs. Atwater in
quired somewhat absently, having re
sumued her sewing.
"Every week; and they're goin' to
have the first one a week from to
"What do they call it?"
"The North End Daily Oriole. It's
the silliest name I ever heard for a
newspaper; and I told 'em so. I told
'em what I thought of it, I guess I"
"Was that the reason?" Mrs. At
"Was it what reason, mama?"
"Was it the reason they wouldn't
let you be a reporter with them?"
"Pooh I" Florence exclaimed airily.
"I didn't want anything to do with
their ole paper. But anyway I didn't
make fun o' their callin' it the North
Enad Daily Oriole till after they said
I couldn't be in It. Then I did, you
"Florence, don't say-"
"Mama, I got to say somep'm!I Well,
I told 'emi I wouldn't be in their ole
paper if they begged me on their bent
edl knees; and I saId if they begged
me a thousand years I wouldn't be
in any paper with such a crarzy name;
andl I wouldn't tell 'em any news if
I knew tho President of the United
States had the scarlet fever I I just
politely informed 'em they could say
what they liked if they was dying; I
dleclined so much as wipe the oldest
shoes I got on 'em I"
"But why wouldn't they let you be
on the paper?" her mother inslsted.
Upon this Florence became analyti
cal. "Just so's they could act so im
portant I" And she addded, as a con
sequence: "They ought to be arrest
Mrs. Atwater murmured absently,
but forbore to press her inquiry ; and
Florence was silent, in a brooding
mood. The journalists upon the fence
had disappeared from view, during the
conversation with her mother ; and
presently she sighed and quietly left
the room. She went to her own apart
ment, whore, at a small and rather
battered little white desk, after a pe
riod of earnest reverie, she took up
a pen, wet thme point In purple ink, and
without any greut effnrt or nny c..t-.
Cal delayings, produced a poem.
It was, in a sense, an original poem;
though, like the greater number of all
literary offerings, it was so strongly
inspirntional that the source of its
Inspiration might easily become mani
est to t cold-blooded reader. Never
theless, to 'the poetess herself, as she
explained later in good faith, the words
just seemed to coie to lier-doubtless
with either genius or sone form of
miracle involved; for sources of in
spiration are seldom recognized by In
spired writers themselves. She had
not long ago been party to a musical
Sunday afternoon at her great-uncle
Joseph Atwater's house where Air.
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