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(Continued from Last Week.)
This also served as her explanation I
when some of her school friends ex
pressed their adiniration, after being
told the news in contidence; though to
the teachers she said, smiling ruefully,
as in remembrance of midnight oil,
"It does taike work, of course!"
When opportunity offered, upon the
street, she joined people she knew
tail even rather distant acquaiint
ances-and walked with then a little
way, aid l(] th unaffected directness
led the conversation to the subject of
poetry, including her own contribution
to that art. Altogether, if Florence
was not in a fair way to become a
poetic celebrity it was not her own
fault but entirely that of the North
End Daily Oriole, which was to make
its appearance on Saturday, but failed
to do so, on account of too much en
thusasmn on the part of Atwater &
Rooter in manipulating the printing
jsress. It broke, had to lie repaired;
and Florence, her nerves upset by the
accident, demanded her money back.
This was impossible, and the postpone
ient proved to be an episode; nore
over it! gave time to let more people
know of the treat that was coming.
Among these was Noble Dill, Flor
ence's ldeal. Until the Friday follow
ing her disappointnient she had found
no opportunity to acquaint this being
with the news; and but for an encoun
ter, partly due to chance. he might
not have heard of it. Mr. Dill was
twenty-two, but that was his only per
ceptible distinction. le was kind,
iisui;dly, and not unpleasant in appear
ance or attire; yet he had neither
beauty nor that look (if power which I
is said to joggle women from their
naturil poise. Ile was the most every
day young nna in all the town ; and
Florence's selection of him to he her
Ideal still awnits a preeke (Xla)nnt13
tion. Nevertheless, it had happened;
and a sentimietial enrichimnot of col)r
in hter cheeks was thl4e rIesult of her
catching sight of him, as she was on
the point of opening and entering her
own frot dloor that, Friday afternoona
on her return from school. 11e Was I
passing the house, walking soiiewhat
Florence stepped into the sheltering
vest ibtle, peeping round it with ear
nest eyes to watch him as he went hy;
obviously he haid taken no note of her.
Set isfied of this, she walted unttl lie
w at it little distance, tlien ran
lightly to lte gate, hurried after timt,
and joindil him.
"Wiy, Mr. DilM!" she exclaimned, in
her 14thir's Iiuost poliied mannr.
"Ifow si rprisinug to :I'e you! I pre
5ume34, as wIeli both iappen' to lbe walk
ing in the4 same4 dition343, we ight
julst as5 well keep) tog'ether'I."'
Noblte loo4ke'd puzzle'il. "''Siurprising
to oee me? '"' he Sahil valgue4ly. "I
haven 't been awany anywhere in par
ticutar, Florence." Then, at a thought,
he brightenedl hopefully, "I'm glad to
see you, Florence. Do you know it
tiny of yousr family or relatives have
hleard wi'.eni your Aunt Julia is coming
"Aunt Julia? WVhy, she's out of
town," saId Florence. "She's visiting
dIfferent people she used to know
when she was away at school."
"Yes, I know," Mr. Dill returned.
"'She's been gone six weeks."
"Oh, I don't believe it's that long,"
Florence said(, casually ; then with
more earnestness: "Mr. Diii, I was
goen' to ask you somep'm; it's kind of
a funny question for me to ask, but
"Yes, she has," Noble interrupted,
though not sensible that his remirkI
'was an interruption, for lhe had been
nnwnae of mlornced voice in aon
r w i nM ers
,1921- bjie BelSyndicatenc,
ifter the word e "Oh, yes, Ae
has," he said. "It was six weeks, day
Lbefore-yesterday afternoon. I saw
your father downtown this morning,
Ind lie said he didn't know that any of
the family had heard just when she
was coming home. I thought maybe
R-1- of your relatives had a letter
from her by this afternoon's mail,
"I guess not," said Florence. "Mr.
1)111, there was a question I thought
I'd ask you-it's kind of a funny ques
tionl for me1 t11-"
"Are you sure nobody's heard from
you. Aunt Julia today?" Noble in
"I guess they haven't. Mr. Dill, I
a'.s goin' to asic you-"
It's strange," he murmured. "I
'tt see how people can enjoy visits
1that long. I should think they'd get
tixious about what might happen at
"( ih. graldpa'., all right; lie says ho
ind of likes to live the house Iice
.1d uilte to himself; and aiyway
\lit .1111a enjoys visiting," i lorence
issiured h1im; "Aunt Fanny saw a1
nw(1s.1paper frot one of tile places
shtri. Aunt .1iiit's Visiting her school
mim tthatt had hler picture in it
tl" eled ier 'the famous Northern
lIeauty;' it was down Soutli soie
whe're. Well, Mr. 1)111, I was Just say
I' I believed I'd ask you-"
ilt a Sectional ranlcor seemted to af
reet the .youing man 11tll it once. "Oh,
v(:. I heard abouit that," het "aid.
'Your Auit IFainy lent my molher the
twijspaper. 'i'hose people in that part
,. the 'iointry-well-"-' lie pausedl.
'iieiiil ublg that it was only Florence
e ailddres:seil; ind le wi thhebl lfroit
ttelralce his opinion that the Civil
warim oulglt to lie fought al; over again.
Yourll fathervi Said your granldfaither
lidn't lieard from her for several days,
nld (eVl n1011 she hadin't said when
lie was colilg homlle."
"No, I expect she diil't, said Flor
nee. "Mr. Dill, I was goin' to ask
ou somlep'n-it's kind of a queer kind
if question for moe to ask, I guess-"
lie paused. ll owever, he did not inter
'uipt her, seeiiing preotccpied with
Iloomn; welireipon Florence permitted
ierself a1 deprecltory laugh and con
Iiniued: "It might be you'd answer yes,
Vt' it might be you'd answer no; but
linyway I was oin' to ask yout-It's
kind of a funny question for ine to ask,
[ expect-but (10 you like poetry?"
"Well, as things have turned out
ately I guess it's kind of a funny
itiesion, Mr. Dill; but do you like
Noble's expression took on a col(l
ess; for the worid brought to his
uind a thouglyt of Newland Saunders.
l'his was a lpoet of Noble's age, who
tirite veirs.s to .Julia-t hat too-lovely,
iibsenit aunit of Florence's. "1)1 I like
lohrenc(e wats imometaily 3 d iscour
igedi hut atI her age people usually
lossess an intvaluabile faculty which
hey lose Iater In life ; and it is a pity
bey ido lose It. At thirteen-espeelaml
y' the earlier mnithls of thirteen
hey tire still able to set asidie and
lismiss from their minds almtost anty
'acts, no matIter' how audibily those
acts have askedl for recognition. Clii
Irenm superbly allow thtemiselve's to bte
~ome deafi, so to speak, to undesirable
ircumnstances ; miost frequently, of
'ourmse, to und(esirable1 circumstances
i thte wayt3 of paretal dilrection ; so
hat fathers, mothers, nurses, or gov
rnesses, not c!omiprehend(hng thait thmis
nental deafntess is for the timte beintg
ntirely genuiie, ar'e liable to hoarse
less bo0th of throat and temper. Thtir
een Is an age wvhen the fading of this
:ift or talent-one of the most beau
iful of childhood-begins to impair
ta helpfulness, under the mistaken
tress of discipline; but Florence re
atiined something of it. In a moment
r two Noble Dill's disafl'ection toward
toetry was altogether as if it did not
Shte coughed,' inclined her head a
ittle to oneo side, In her mother's
nanair of politeness to callers, and,
epeating her deprecatory laugh, re
narked, "WVell, of course it's kind of
funny question, for me to ask, of
"What is, Florence?" Noble inquired
"WVel-whiat I was saying was that
rourso it's sort of queer me askin'
f you liked poetry, of course, on ac
ount of my writing poetry the way I
Site looked up at him with a bright
'eadiness to respond modestly to
vhatever exclamation lia wonder
hould dictate; but Noble's attention
tad straggled again, 'He failed to
~omprehend what she had set before
"IHas she written your mother late
y?" lie asked,
Florence's expression denoted a
uental condition slightly disturbed.
'No," shte said. "It's goen' to be
printed in the North End Daily Orl
"Myr nnnmi. W~.abohnt a vast amani
-anyliw that's prob'ly the best thing
In it, I guess-and they're goin' to
have it toiorrow, or else they'll have
to settle with me, .hat's one thing
certi iI I'll bring one over to your
iouse and leave it at the door for
you, Mr. Dill."
Noble had but a confused notion
of what she thus generally promised.
However, he said, "Thank you," and
"Of course, I don't know as it's so
awful good," Florence admitted insin
cerely. "The family all seem to think
it's something pretty much ; but I don't
know if it is or not. Really, I don't I"
"No," said Noble, still confused. "I
"I'm half vay through another one
I, think myself'll be a good deal better.
'I'm not goin' a- fast with it as I (lid
with the oth'er one, and I expect it'll be
quite a ways ahead of this one." She
again employed the deprecatory little
laugh. "I don't know how I do it,
myself. The familly all think it's sort
of funny; I don't know how I do it
myself ; but that's the way it is. They
all say if they could do it they're sure
they'd know how they did it; but I
guess they're wrong. I presume if
you canl (10 it, why it just coimles to
you? Don't you presumxe that's the
way It is, Mr. )Ill?"
"I-guess so." They had reached
his gate, and he stopped. "You're sure
nione of your fanilly have heard any
thing today?" he asked anxiously.
"From Aunt Julia? I tioii't think
Ile sighed, and opened tle gate.
"Well, good evening, Florence."
'Good evenling." Her eyes followed
hliu wist fully as lie passed % within the
Incmt sure ; then sho turnel and walked
gluilkly toward her own home; but at
lie corner of the next fence she called
over her shoulder, "'l leave it with
your mnother for you, if you're not
home when I brilng it."
"What?" lie shouted, from the vi
cinity of his front door.
"I'll leave it with your mother."
"The poi !"
"Oh !" said Noble.
Ills inother handed hii a copy of
Ihe first issue of the Nor Ini Ent Dii ily
Orioh, lie next day wheni lie caime
home to lunch. 110 read It without
cdiea tioh n; there was nothing about
Julia inl it.
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"ilocombs chickens get In MR. Jo.
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