Casper Daily Tribune Newspaper, January 21, 1922, Page 7

recefved @ mark of 04 In History Ex: | amistion at the concusion of the schoot Ter-n Inst June. il : | | “Bie hair ribbons are in style again. “Miss Patty Fairchild of this City has not been doing a5 well in Decia- mation lately as formerly i 3 ing He AS : “MR. Noble Dil! of this City ts sel- Geom seen on the streets of the City without smoking a cigarrette. “Miss Julia Atwater of this City ts out of the City. ; th HI z Rs £f li i: : a ——_} ———— “The MM. Rayfort family of this City tave- been presented with the 3 i E 3 Qa iw better to show present of a new Cat by Geo. the man | y ITB yoo Be had employeD by Balf & Co. This cat ts | } be might find perfectly baeutiful. | hf way to he age on _ sa 4 servient “Miss Jolis Atwater of this City Is Al U seemed to demand, visiting friends in the Soth. The fam- Ch ZA mined to touch because I'm not goin’ to} now in every jot and item the in-| fly have had many letters from her 1 PART ONE: veracity rather advice all the rest o’ my | spired organ of feminism, made its | that are read by ech and all in the AG and | lens but to repeat. “You don't haf tails of undeniably sensational appearance. | famild. a as believe whatever {t w.s she went and | to his me to be polite, why, I'll do tt and| A copy, neatly folded. was placed a ABs told you, do you?” that’s all there is sbout tt.” tn the hand of Noble Dil, as he set | “Br. Noble Dill of this City ts tn Ny \ “It’s the same way with me, Henry. | forth for his place of business, after | business with his Father. | “Well,” Said Mr. Atwaier, “I'm Glad 1m If she comes fiappin’ around here | lunching at home with his mother. - it Ien’t Our Branch of the Family fz dlattin’ and blubbin’ how she’s goin’ to | Florence was the person who placed | “From letters to the family Miss | That's Responsible.” ‘ wy, P have somep’m to do with our news- | {t there—without charge. She came | Julla Atwater of this City ts enjoyin; ménsib ae you. paper, why, the ouly reason I'd ever | hurriedly from somewhere tn the | her visit in the south a greadeal. Fabe teats ce cleo eae “T didn’t,” sald Florence. “I didn't let her would be because my family | neighborhood, out of what yard or — wv) lagary one Baw apeear ce say #he told me anything at all.” say I ought to show. more politeness | alley he did not notice, and slipped the | “Miss Patty Fairchild of the 7 a | SOP!es of Herbert's manifesto all up “Well, ahe did, didn't she to her than ‘up to now. I wouldn't | uttle oblong sheet foto his lax fingers. | of this City, will probably not para in | ir’, down ‘he town my clerk says. “Why, no,” Florence replied, lght- do It in any other acount, Henry.” “There!” sho said, breathleesly, | ARithmetiO -nless some improvement | He tells me that over at the Cole com- ly, “She didn’t say anything to me, “Neither would I That's just the | “There's n good deal about you in It, | takes place before Examination. Use es bated am Sak ak ri Phra lind for | Only I'm gled to have your opinion same way I look tit. If I ever begin | this week, Mr. Dill, aad I guess—tI =_ Sarees Seay Sel ant Bold of one Cong, fence, his perturbation wag not de | to treat her any better, she’s got my ” “Miss Julia Atwater of this City | but typewrote it and multigraphed It, creased, Eo even ix!io4 to notice the | father and mother to thank, not me,|. “What, Florence?” wrote « letter to the famiiy stating | 2nd some of ‘em have already learned unusual gravity of Henry's manner. That's the only reason'I'd be willing “I guess maybe youll—” She looked | ~~~ it by heart to recite to pocr young “Heljo, Henry; I thought I wouldn't | to say we better ieave the plank down | up at him shyly; then, with no more | While visiting In the SCuth she has| Ha He's the one who sent Julia start in work till you got here. I didn't | and let her in, If she comes around | *o say, turned and ran back tn the di- | made an engagement to be married to | the three fve-pound boxes of choco- want to haf to come all the way | here like she’s liable to.” recdon whence sie had come—anu | MR, Crum of that, City. The family | lates all at the same -time, you re- downstairs again to open the door “Well,” said Herbert, “I'm willing, | W885 gone. Noble walked on, not at} do not know who this MR. CRum is and h’lst our good ole plank up once examining her little gift, but car- | but It is sald he is a widwer though agatn.” I don't want to get in trouble with the | rying it absently In fingers still lax at | he has been diVorced with @ great | thing!” “I see.” said Henry elaicing nor | family.” the end of a dangling arm, There was | many children. “Florence is out among the family, yously et their good ole plank. “Well, And they mounted the stairs to | no life in him for anything; Julia was al I suppose?” he inquired. I guess Florence’'ll never get in thir} their editorial, reportorial, and print- | away. “Subscribe Now 25c. Per Year Adv, No; she’s right here, She’s just good ole door—that Is, if we don't| ing rooms; and began to.,work tn a Away—and yet the dazzling crea-| 45c. up. started to read Ruskin this afternoon. let hen, or something.” manner not only preoccupled but ap-| ture looked at him from sky, from - She says she's gotng to begin and reat This fins! clause would have sor| prehensive. Now and then they would | earth, from air; looked at him with | “Atwater & Co, Newspaper Buliding | all of him straight through. That's prised Herbert if he had been lets pre | give each other a furtive glance, and | the most poignant kindness, yet al- 25 Cents Per Years.” very nice, don’t you think?” occupied with his troubles. “Yon bet} then seem to reflect upon their fathers’ | ways shook her héad! She had an- He seemed to muse before replying. she won't”. he said mechanically} and mothers’ wishes and the troublous | swered his first letter by a kind little Tt may be assumed that the Inst of “ think that’s very nice, at her “She couldn't ever get In here again—| state of the times. Florence did not | note, his second by a kinder and littler | the news items was wasted on Noble age especially,” Mrs, Atwater urged. didn't go intafering| keep them waiting long, however. ene, and his third, fourth, fifth, and | Dill, and that he never knew of the | «pont your around and give me the dickens and She might have been easier to bear | sixth by’ no note at sll; but by the| neighborhood improvement believed “Yo—es! Oh, yest At least, I sup- everything, because they think—they| had her manner of arrival been less | kindest message (through one of her | to be imminent asa result of the final) (44 96 = An—you don't think—of say they *do, anyhow—they say they| assured. She romped ‘up the stairs; | aunts) that she was thinking about | touches to the ditch at the Mr. Henry | (ooiae she hasn't had anything at all think—they think—" ~ came skipping across the old floor, | him a great deal. And even this was| D. Vance backyard. to do with this?" He paused, disguising @ little choke| Swinging her hat by s ribbon, flung | three weeks ago. Since then, from “Well, I don’t see how she couid. as 2 cougk of scorn forthe family’s| open the gate in the sacred ralling, | Julle—nothing at all! ; You know Aunt Fanny told us how ‘hinking. and flounced into the principal chair, / But yesterday something a little PART THREE Herbert declared before them all, only : “What did you say your family | ‘modestly placing her feet on the | stimulating had happened. On the last Sunday night, that Florence think?’ Henry asked absently. table in front of that chair, Addl- | stroe., downtown, he had come face to pores should never have one thing to do with “Well, they say we ought to let her tonally, such was her riotous livell- | face, momentarily with Mr. H. L At- Throughout the afternoon adult hfs printing-press, and eald they ‘Nave fe share. in our newspaper.” ness, she affected to light and smoke | water, Senior,» Julia’s- peculiar old | Members of the Atwater family con-| - oan even let her come near tt.” ‘Again’ he pa afraid to continue the stub of a lead pencil. “Well, | father; and for the first time in No-| nection made futile efforts to secure “Yes, that's a fact. I'm glad Her mI} test his bys fr so barefaced | 0D.” she sald-henrtily th a voice as- | bie's life this Mr, Atwater nodded to | @li the coples of that week's edition Sor ae) lesser. “Look here,” he said, “if she | didn't tell you, how'd you know It, ft then?” > ine calla | “How'd I know what? ich is @ con- “That—that big story about my ever anvin’ Tknes? T had"—be gulped again— a - ing emphatically to partictpate tn | Prete eFem i inidced by “Mine ere, | “Ok, abont that!” Florence sald, and ratyuin bosom, friend apparently sasoy- | “Welk I guess it's too late to tell 700 herself im: " ell, I guess it's ite to tell you Mee Sidltocs cud tenting sich tana” "| tonight, . Herbert: but: nenyde. if? you Mrs. Atwater sighed. “Poor PART TWO, and that nasty little Henry Rooter do On vi every single thing I tell you to, and jesrhe thro Guam convarsatta Petween | dot fut exackly ike I tell yeu from re t her aunt, julia Atwater, | this time on, why maybe—I only say oof the ince, at ox aeemanle popu’ | ‘maybe'—well, maybe I'll tell you some day when I feel like it.” or unknowe to the At- She ran up the path, up the steps, ¥ fortunate. youth, *suiation | and crossed the but paused ie con for all the; he may be a widow 4 reek fm ‘pr ene y EVES TRS © bert made"it so clear that she can't be ide .tp teas toward auagheltio;and: Gis: sumed to be that of a tail, powerful | him pleasantly. Noble went on his| of the North End Dally Oriole, It {mplicated. I suppose the family are covery. “Well, maybe we ought,” he man—"I don't wapt to see any loafin’ | way, elated: Wes there not something | could not be done, all 1 said, his eyes culltily upon hist around here, men. I expect to heve a |. almost fatherly in this strange greet- It was a trying time for “the fam- epee Ayah batt favs which slowly scuffed the ground, “I pretty good newspaper this weel— | ing? There had been an easement of | fly.” Great-nunt Carrie sald that sho “Uncle Joseph ts being greatly don't say we ought, and I don't say| 78% S".2 Pretty good mexspaper- | the pain of abserice;and he glowed | had the “worst afternoon of any of | ptamed." said Mrs. Atwater primly. we oughtn’t.” sf and I guess you men nay to pong with thoughts of Mr. Atwater, ‘em,” because young Newland Saun- | «19 realy ought to have known better He expected at least a burst of out- around pretty brisk to do everything The glow faded somewhat from | ders came to her house at two and did raged protest from his partner, who, ead a I think of, or else maybe T guess Til | Noble when he reached «telephone: | not leave until five; all the time count- ang eng Agata rap ave to turn you and get some new | he culled up his mother, and she sald | ing over, one by one, the hours he'd . a i $n the courcary, Pleasantly astonished | ones that'll be more obedient. I don't | there was no recent news of Julia | spent with Julla sinco she was seven- | “vine wil kindy cf thines “We none af tetelenes aki “Laon ts isd as mgt ant fo haf to do that, men.’ current in the Atwater family connec- | teen and turned out, unfortunately, | hs think Uncle Joseph ever dreamed ee bef The blackmailed partners made no/| tion that she could hear of; none of | to be a Eeauty. Newland jad not re-| that Herbert would publish anythin; reply, on acconnt of an Inability that | them had word that she was coming | strained himself, Aunt Garrle sald, | iio this, and of course Uncle Joseph was perfect for the moment. home, However, Noble did not de-| and long before he left she wished | savq himself he never dreamed much Florence made it clear to them that | scend all the way into the cellar of | Jnlia hud never been born—and as thing; he's sald so time and time henceforth she was sole editor of the.| his soul; some of his glow remained | for Herbert [lingsworth Atwater, again, all. afternoon. But of course North End Daily Oriole. (She said | and’ kept him a little more cheerful | Junior, the only thing to do with bim | hoy greatly blamed.” > is than he had been for several weeks. | was to send him to some strict mill- s ‘Rreatly Journalistic. en' Acquainting the two unfortunates " her knowledge of their awful secret, make complete submission and Florence becom disputed master mini of the Oriole, In the next tssue, with which the erst- while proprietors of the sheet have lit to do, editort among the “new: engagement of Miss and I don't say we oughtn't.” And he, likewise, stared at the toe of his own right shoe, which was also scuffing the ground. Herbert felt a {ittle’ better; this subdivision of bis difficulties seemed to be working out items is related Julia Atwater to Mr. 5 with surprising ease. ie ‘The kind greeting. of Julla’s father | tary school. “I suppose there've been quite a Givorecke sana with «great many’ chil | Berea ce wreyor th sad Cony A had stirred his tmagination. An-event | Florence's father telephoned to her | from ner heahand inaaited ee dren.” . ided. “Tha ‘ so singular might be tn! most arent and hopeless the way T look at 1. My father and AS eu igh terpreted 1p | mother from downtdwn at three, and bax r 3 “Yes—until he telephoned to a the beautiful Julia ts a youth the happlest way: What ghad Julia 7 Phy ep! ‘Dill, an ther writen Her: tation, to. alles tee cap beara af Egtennittece tas ihe me gnrage and hired a car and went for toward Noble? And Noble was still | suitors, had Just left. his office. They | % ‘lve: He said he had plenty of dreamily interpreting as he walked | had not called in company, however, | Money With him and didn’t know when down the street with the North End | but coincidentally; ,and each had a | 4 de back. Daily Oriole idle in an fdle hand, copy of the North tnd Daily Oriole, Serves him right.” sa‘d Mr, Atwa- He found a use for ttiat hand pres-| already somewhat worn with folding | tet “Does anybody know where ently, and, having sighed, lifted {t to | and unfolding. Mr. Clairdyce’s conai- | Herbert ts7” press {t upon hts brow, but did not, | tion was one of desperats calm, Flor | |Not yet. complete the gesture. As his hand | ence's father sald, but Mr, Plum's agi- | “Well—" and he returned to a for- came within the scope of his gaze, lev- | tation left him rather unpresentable | ™¢F theme. “I am glad we aren't tm- eled on the unfathomable distance, he | for the street, though he had finally | Pllcated. Florence ts right there with observed that the fingers held a sheet | gone forth with his hair just as he | YC ‘9 she? of printed paper; and he remembered | had rumpled it, and with his hat in “Yes,” she said. “She's right here, Florence. Instead of pressing his | bis hand. They wished the truth, they | Te%d/ng. You aren't worried about brow he unfolded the Journal she had | sald: Was it true or was it not true? | ber, are you?" sho added. Mother are niwnys talkin’ to me; how T got to be polite and everything, and 1 guess maybe It's time I began to pay some ‘tention to what they say. ence’s Td ous of break: a s waite Ratar et ‘containing the | “Oh, About Thati” Florence Said, and announcement. Swung the Gate Shut Between Them. before opening the door. Then she called back to the waiting Herbert. | « fellow doesn't have bis father and “The only person I'd even think of} mother to advise him our whole life. telling about it before I tell you would} and you ought to do a good deal what be a boy I know,” She coughed, and| they say while they’re still alive.” added as by an afterthought “He'd You don't have your father and moth- er for always, you know, Herbert.” Herbert’s mood at once chimed with this unprecedented fillal melancholy. “No, you don't, Henry. That’s what . I often think about, myself. No, si “what's this about Herbert having ‘pretty eyes’?" Mr. Joseph Atwater in- quired; and Herbert shuddered, Un- cle Joseph bad an unpleasant reputa- tion as a joker. : ‘The nephew desperately fell back apon the hopeless device of attempt- “That's whet I say,” Henry agreed just love to know all about !t; I know| gioomfly; and then, without any al- thrust upon him. As he began to read, | Mr. Atwater had told them that he| “Ob, no; I'm sure it's all right, I Ue oa tera to pec He ibecaibe he would. So, when I tell anybody | teration of his tone or of the dejected his eye was lusterless, his gait slack | feared Julia was indeed engaged, | ly thought—" vociferous with scornful laughter bad- about it TN only tell just you and this thoughtfulnnss of his attitude, he and dreary, but soon his whole de-| though he knew nothing of her “Only thought what? ig eracksa, in? tha acorns | “Wlorencs other boy.’ changed the subject in a way that meanor changed; {t cannot be sald | flance’s previous marringe or mar- “Well, it did strike me as curious,” got mad!” he shouted, mingling the “What other boy? Herbert de | painfully startled his companion. for the better. riages, or of the ntmber of his| sald Mr. Atwater; “especially after manded, ’ “Have yon seen Wallie Torbin today, previous children. They had respond- | Aunt Fanny's telling us how Herbert oT) ed that they cared nothing about that. | declared Florence could never have a B// This man Orum's record was a matter | single thing to do wiin ius paper .of indifference to them, All they | again—” THE NORTH END daily ORIOLB |'vanted to know was whether Julia| “Well™™ was engaged or not—and khe was! “Well, here's her poem right at th Atwater & Co., Owners & Propreito: . . poets tight: atthe subscribe NOW i Conte Per Year, Bub. | “The odd’ thing to me," Mr. Atwater | top of tt, and a very friendly item bees ee atte a eee continued, to his wife, “is where on/| about her history mark of last June. in Entrance of Atwater ». News- | earth Herbert could have got his story | It doesn't seem like Herbert to be so ee ie vine about this Crum’s belng a widower, or | complimentary to Florence, all of a The Biackmailed Partners Made No divorced, and with all these children. | sudden. Just struck me as rather cu- Reply, on Account of an Inability Do you know if Julia’s written any of | rious; that's all.” finga she Got mad because T and | , AD4 her reply, Saree the, | RAT tart Te. ° , thrilling Garknees, left him paralytic with hor- “What!” Ree ae ee in net crac, | fore <Wallia Torbta ’ “Have you seen Walle Torbin to She made it up! It's all made up! Oe Sah ER bop, She— ‘ The next afternoon, about feur| Herbert swallowed. “Why, what “No, no,” Mr, Atwater interrupted. | o'clock, Herbert stood gloomily at the} makes—what makes you ask me that, “Let Florenco tell us, Florence, what | main entrance of Atwater & Rooter’s| Henry?” he aakad was It about Herbert knowing he had newspaper building, awaiting his part- “Oh, nothin’.” Henry still kept his pretty eyes?” ‘| mer, The other entrances were not Herbert attempted to continue the | only nailed fast, but massively bar eyes upon his gloomily scuffing toe. “I just wondered, because I ‘Widn't 's and this one (consisting of | happen to see him In school this after. drowning ont, He bawled, “She made | Ticaded} an ; : the ancient house doors, open- | noon when I happened to look In the {t up! It's somep'm she made up e carriage: sate of theaMghe a - Manito 1. didn’t want to know on account of enything particular, I just happened That Was Perfect for the Moment. the family about these things and they | “Why, yes,” sald Mrs. Atwater, “it it opt Ie an Seige, a RO EA fea ; Poems haven't told the rest of us?” does seem a little odd—when you “Herbert,” said Uncle Joseph—“if | name, after all.) She informed them My oul by Florence Atwater “No,” sald Mrs. Atwater, “I’m sure | think of {t.” you don't keep quiet, I'l take back. tnatrument exclusion. 4 because T dient have ate" that they were to be her printers, sie hasn't. Every letter she’s written “Have you asked Florence ff she the printing press.” nothing more; she did not care to get | phen my soul ta weary to any of us has passed all through | had anything to do with getting out Herbert substituted another gulp all inky and nasty, she said. She | As « bird with a broken wing the family, and I know I've seen every | this week's Oriole?” for a continuation of his nolse. would, however, do all the writing for | Who never again will sing one of "em. She's never sald anything | “Why, no; it never occurred to me, “Now, Florence,” said Uncle Joseph, her newspaper, and had with her a| 715% ‘ne sound of @ Yast amen about him at all, except that he was a | espectally after what Aunt Fanny told stall Ga tA SOK Hire saying abedt new poem. Also, she would furnish wi eg lawyer. I'm sure I can't imagine | ys," sald Mrs. Atwater. “Tl ask her Ln ‘knows he had such pret- all the news and ft would be printed |. When my soul ts dreary where Herbert got his awfal \nforma- | now,” baw Heer = just es she wrote ft, and printed nice- | It could never be cheery tion; I never thought he was the kind | But she was obliged to postpone the ty eyes.” gins ye outT® But I think of my ideal of boy to just make up unpleasant | \ntendea question. “S a ‘Then it seemed a miracle befell. '¥, too, se—“look out ‘And everything scems real things.” ended qu n. esame an orence looked up, smiling modestly, Washtya 4880: waa cuca ‘Thus did this cool hand take pos- | Like the sound of the bright church bells if Lilies” Iny sweetly in the chair that SOR Oa: Lew Uibig: euinela” Jos DIR ere ely, cinco. Be eerie yen | session of-an established industry, and peat. : Florence, sitting quietly in a chatr| Florence had occupled, but Florence “Oh, it wasn jorately, sincere; ani bert WAS! in much the same fashion g1d she con- nearby, with a copy of “Sesame and | herself iad gone somewhere else. seph,” she said. “I was just trying to tease Herbert any way I could think up.” reassured. “Well, I didn’t see him,” he responded. “Mayve he’s sick.” “No, be isn't,” his friend said. Pos: by Fi ” tinue to manage tt, ‘There were un-| tne papersach and avery ac.” | Lilies” in her lap, Ustened to her! she had gone for a long, long ram- suppressible protests; there was co- mother’s side of this conversation | bie; and pedestrians who encountered with an expression of impersonal in-| her, and took note of her expression, vert anguish; there was even a strike “Oh, was thet ali?” A hopeful ight | sistence of Florence Atwater. “Florence eaid she saw him chasin’} _| terest; and if she could haye realized ated: and faded out of Uncle Joseph's large Herbert had been in no compli-} his dog déwn the street about noon.” SEA Fenalset acary “abe ore fou:k rotons Bas = Mad how. completely her parents had for- Sade Sie eevetitaen hein, nbotaetan and inexpressive face. “I thought | mentary frame of mind, however,| At this Herbert’s uneasiness was| late newspaper building, on Wednes- iS. . gotten (naturally enongh) the details | the course of thelr meditations to say perhaps you'd detected him in som® | when he devised the obstructions, nor| uncomfortably renewed. “Florence| day afternoon, Florerice had an inter ~~ Joseph K. Atwater Ca. of thelr first rambling discussion of | to themselves that she was the most indiscretion.” * | was he now fn such a frame of mind.| did? Where'd you see Florence?” ‘view with Herbert after dinner at bis 127 South Towa St, Julia's engagement, she might have | thoughiful-looking young girl they had Florence laughed, ‘I was Just | He was deeply pessimistic in regard| Mr, Rodter swallowed. “A ittle| own door. Ho explained coldiy that Steam Pumpe felt 8 little alarm asthe) showed. ever seen. There was a tonch of wist- teasin’ him. It wasn’t anything, Uncle | to his future! and also embarrassed In while ago,” he said, and again swal- Joseph.” anticipation of some explanations it} lowed. “On the way home from Hereupon, Herbert resumed a con- | wonld be necessary to make to his} school.” fesed breathing, Dazed, he remained j partner. He strongly hoped that “Look—look here!” Herbert was 7 x Henry and he had grown tired of the “Well,” said Mr. Atwater, “I'm glad | fulness about her, too; as of one printing press and had decided to put t isn't our branch of the family that’s | whose benevolence must renounce all in all thelr spare time bullding a the- bers roan’ Soko Nat hope of comprehension and reward, _ ater In Henry's attie; but Florence! “nes Florence Atwater of tHis City % «To be Continued) ~ J CFT a S Qe a = lie IS = a y Sa REESE cs g a2 I SOS SS SS Ee aS : = ——s eas \aee 5 ch 25 er ot 71 RG oy SEN ON i yO Se > gi ‘or SS See OS) xs Wen rd RE KS ee en? orreTet