PAPE MAY OODKfY TIMES, SEA IST.E PITT, N.

i withdrew ■ Itev bandii ixdilcd kith, aid. “you think i lot-o' wrltlti - in I* that nobody can o work and the printin' : uaough.

> be somewhat e aald. “Well, yon a In your ole new ao have anyhow one »1 make everybody f Herbert aald, more S for?" his partner " Florence respondi decisiveness. TU e Joseph and he’ll

i back.”

It back. I already ■ you keep pokin' un everythin*, and r lifes out tryin' to e said he bet it was I what Unde Joseph _ T1 him anything you «c't get yor ole poem

( pre-a* I

earnestly, “haven’t yon got two lars and a half?" “Of course she hasn't !"l his partner assured him. “She never had two dollars and a hair In her life r "Well; then." said Henry gloomily, “what we gcln' to do abont U? How much you think we oo^iit to charge herr Herbert's expression became noncommittal. "Just let me think a minute," he said; and with his hand to his brow stepped behind the unsuspicious Florence. “I got to think," he murmured; then with the straightforwardness of his i'o. he suddenly seized ids damsel cooslii from the rear and heln her in a tie’-' bet far from affectionate embr.ee, plnlonlug her arms. She shrieked. “Murder!" and “Let me go!" and "Help! Kay-yulp!” “Look In her pocket," Herbert ’Shouted. "She keeps her money In her skin, pocket when she's got any. It's on the left side of her. Don't let her kick yon! Look out!" “I got It!" aald the deT^eroua Henry, retreating and exhibiting coins. “It's one dime and two nlckds—twenty cents. Has she got any more pock-

ets?"

“No. I haven't:" Florence fiercely Informed him. as Herbert released her. "And 1 guess you bgtter hand thnt money berk If you don’ be arrested for stealing!" Henry was Unmoved. “Twenty cent*," he said caleulatlngiy. “Well, all right; It Isn't much, but you car have your poem In our newspaper for twenty cents. Florence. If yon don' went to pay that much, why take your ole twenty recta and go >n away!" "Tes." said Herbert. “That's i cheap as well do It, Florence. Take It or leave It." ‘Take It or leave It." Henry Rooter agreed. "That'a the way to talk to her; take It. or leave '.t. Floreeee. If you don’t *»ke tt you got to leave it." Floren. as Indignant, but she decided to take It. “All right." slit 4ald

> be two hundred Rootfr added, f afterthought. “Not

* It"

mr Herbert asked, 8 become corrugatI professional Impres- | BlOW what we were ] t morning." he said. | ty to run our news-1 » have some adver- 1 8 everything. Well, j n’t we? We coulu r newspaper like j t la. If Florence I

e could."

“If her oh. poem | a we could. Here. |

* And. taking , i his hand, he ; I of the poem j

g himself to read !

e we can do | h ought we to j d Henry Rooter |

lation, while Flor-

i veiled anxi-

me he looked up. f continued strain.*

. Florence—£ot d maybe quar-

I Inquired,

who impulsively

l nuybe v

t seven years

d sharply, though m still make mud

nd. pray?

’ Henry objected, tnyway for a few I got to Igcre Ot to charge you

m't IT'

, V* any money with

J Florence gave up. “Whaf. difference would that make. Mister Taddletale?" she inquired roo<-kln*ly. “I wouldn't be here when she Cnmr. would l* ril th.mk you to notice there's some value to my time, myself; and m Just politely 'at* you to excuse me. prdy r* With u proud air, she crushIngly departed; and returned to her own home, fnr from dissatisfied with whst she had accomplished. Moreover, she began to expand with the Realization of a new importance; i.nd she was gratified with the effect up-m her P'rants,-at dinner ti.nt evening, when she Informed them that she had written e poem Which was to be published In the prospective first number of the North End Dally Oriole. “Written a poem?" said her father. “Well. I declare! Why. Utat'p remark, able. Floren .-e!" •Tm glad the !>oy* were nice about It," said her motl er. T should have feared they couldn't appreciate it, after being so cross to you about letting you have anything to do wf*h the printing press. They must here thought It was a very good poem." “Where Is the poem, Florence?" Mr. Atwater asked. “Let's read it and e what our little girl can do." Unfortunately Florence had not a copy, and-when she Informed her father of this fact, be professed himself greatly disappointed as well as anxious for the first appearance of the Oriole, that he might fell cl tat,- himself upon the evidence of his daughter’s heretofore unsuspected talent. Florence vns herself anxious for the newspaper's debut, and she made her anxiety so clear to Atwater & RootOwners A Propreltora," ever* afternoon after school, during the following week, that by riiursday further argument and repartee on their part were felt to be Indeed futile, and In order to bav» a little peace around there 'hey carried her downstalra. At least they defined their action as ‘carrying." and. having deposited her in the yard, they were obliged to stand guard at the doors, whl- :> they closed and contrived to bold again-it her until her strength was worn out

for that day.

Florence consoled herself. During the week she dropped In on ail the roemf-ers of “the family"—her gnndfnther. uncDs and annts and cousins, .her great-uncles—and In each Instance, sfier no protracted formal preliminaries, lightly remarked that she wrote poetry now; her first to appear in the forthcoming Oriole. And wh. j Oreat Aunt Carrie said, “Why, Florence. you’re wonderful! I couldn't write a poem to save my life. I never could see how they do It," Florence laa|-hed. made a deprecatory little side motion with her head, and responded: “Why Aunt Carrie, that'a nothing! It just kind of comes to you." This also served as her explanation when some of her school friends expressed their admiration, after being told the news In confidence; though to the reach era she said, smiling ruefully. remembrance of midnight oil, Tt does take work, of course!" When opportunity offered.'* upon the street, she Joined people she knew—

Home Town Paper Week, November 7- ZE

COUNTRY PAPER GUARDS NATION Rises Promptly and Capably to

Every Emergency.

IS NOT ALWHrS APPRECIATED

Cements Interests of Mass of Population—Avoiding Sensationalism, In Its Clean Wholeaomeneaa la Its Appeal to Best Class of Citizens— Country Press a National Power.

By WRlQHT A. PATTERSON. The country communities—ue village, the small town and the a mall city—are the backbone of the American nation. They are the communities to which the nation turns in time of distress and emergency. They are ever, more than the backbone of the nadon. They arc the bulwark of onr modern civilization. Just at the close of the World war. Mr. Balfour, foreign minister of Great Britain, sal the writer In London that the entire civilized world most loo 1 to the small

world the civilization that it had taken centuries to build, because the small

.. . towns represented a substantial solid-

rszz £ ~

ances—and walked with them a little way. and with unaffected directness

led the conv*

only such a foundation that would preserve the structure of civilization. The cement thpt keeps the people of

that art. Altogether. If Florence I was not In a fair way to ‘-ecotne a I poetic celebrity it was not her own

i fault but entirely that of the North . w _ - - | End Daily Oriole, which was to make country communities together. B. api*ar«nce on S.-nrt.j. bot fUlM *T' T""'!

sane and safe lines, that makes of them that 'substantial solidity" on

Rooter In n.ntpnt.tlnr tte prlntin* relr ,or It broke, bed ,5 bo re,«„ ” ■,^ ““'' 7 end Florence, her nerree upert hr the , accident, demanded her nt'ney back. 11 P P® •

This was Impossible, and the postponement proved to be an episode; moreover It gave time to let more peo; .e know of the treat that was coming. Among these was Noble Dill. Flor-

Country Paper Wholesome.

The count.-y newspaper goes to Its leaders devoid of that sensatljnaliiim that Is so prominent in the metropoll-

papers. It carries to Its readers

to Mb that be Ugf fore’.

coldly. T wouldn't pay si <ber cent

I? 1 died Air tL"

"Well, you haven't got another cent,

so that's all right." Mr. Rooter remarked; and he honorably extended an open palm, supporting the coins, toward his partner. “Here, Herbert you can have the dime, or the twi nickels, whichever you rather have I» makes no difference to toe; I'd as

soon have one as the other." Herbert took the two n.ckels. and

turned to Florence. “See here. Florence,” he said. In a tone of strong complaint “This business is all done end paid for now. What you want to

hang around here any more for?" “Yes, Florence," his partner fairh-

fally seconded him. at once. “We haven't got any more time t.. waste around here today, and so what you want to stand around In the way and everything for? Ton ought to know

yourself we don’t want you." Tm not In the way." said Florence hotly. "Who r e way am I la?“ “Well, anyhow. If you don’t go,"

Herf-ert Informed her. “well car.y

you downstairs and lock you out." Td Just like to see you!" she ro-

. turned, her eyes flashing. “Just you ®®™®*** dare to lay a flnrer on me again f“

-fTT-Vrn- Pd , for “ ! And she added. “Anyway, '.f you did.

he r> ! tbow . , <r doanl i,aren't go- any lock

1 imulmi_ ?’ 1, e: ‘ pac ,' i v -n. lit come right straight in and 1 iteo-b i„ b ta . M , traIshl ths Ba , n

>»FUk«!b|-

! Hert>ert advanced toward her. “Now ■

• r * h * j you pay attention to me." he said i ‘ Place “Touve paid for your ole po. > and J , . ® Printing - ire got to have some iwsoe around

Jen here. Tin roln' straight over to yonr

„ ■ n r. , mother and ask her to come and get

orantv, Henry aald i you."

ence's Ideal. Until the Friday follow- the news Items that represent the Joys Ing her disappointment she had found and sorrows of their friends and no opportunity to acquaint this being neighbors, and keeps the hearts of the with the news: and bu for an enconn- people of the community beating In ter. partly doe to chunee. he might unison. It goes to It* readers with not have heard of It. Mr. DIU, was that sane and kindly advice on locnl, twenty-two. hut that was his only per- state, national and wond problems; ceptlhle dlstlnctlor. He was kind, advice that Is the result of thought usually, and not unpleasant In appear- *nd study beside the hearthstones of nnce or atrire; yet he had neither the nation, end not In the selfish marts beauty nor that look of power which ot trade or the Mgbtligbts of city Is said to Joggle women from their frivolity. It goes with the Influence natural poise. He was the most every- of a known and respected member of day young man In all the town; and t* 1 * community—Us editor back of Its Horence's selection of him to be her eveI *y word. Its every opinion. It goes Idea! still awaits a pre-'se explana- t0 • P'-ople. the people of the country tion. Nevertheless, It had happened; •^mniunlii.’s and the farms, that are and a sentimental enrichment of color moT * rapalde of thinking along sane. In her cueeks was the result at her unselfish and practical Hues than are catching sight of him. as she was on ;hoa * w *° Mre •umjuaded by the tlie point of opening and entering her B ' lJ m * n y t, " w * ei “

own front door that Friday afternoon ttie la,c, ‘

on her return from school. He wa« S' 31 lb* influence of the country passing the bouse, walking somewhat newspapei goes far beyond the coadreamlly. munlty In .rhlch 1* Is prlntiHl. N«Florence stepped tote the ahelterlog ,1odbI legislators In the hells *>.' convestibule. peeping round It with ear- ceallre that this tnnueuii

munlty not from anj aelflah angle, but from the broader viewpoint of na-

tional good.

Some three or four months ago there was before Congress a bill on

which the press of the country was i

divided. The magazines, the big ns-

| tinnal weeklies, the fa.m press and

the metropolitan dally papers were on one side and the country newspapers w-ere on the other side. The passage of the bill would mean creating an opportunity for a greeter centralization of the merchandising of the nation In a few large cities with a consequent Injury to the small dtles and towns, and io Uie people of these cities and towns and the firms surrounding them. The country press fought for the defeat of the bill, and in the aid the members of the committee In whose I.ands the fate of the bill restetf listened to the country press because they realized that the we'fare of these count: y communities represented the ber . Interests of the nr tion as a whole, and the bll! was killed. During our pertldpatlon In the World war the country press stood stanchly and unselfishly baca of the nation. It did nothing to create dissension among the people during the time of emergency, hot It did carry to Its readers a continuous message of patriotism and oatlonal unity. In each community It wiped away much of factional lines, and created an atmosphere of Intense Americanism that welded the American people together regardless of place of birth or an-

cestry.

Value Not Always Understood. But the people of the dtles do cot always understand the value of the •XHintry press. With the Increased demand for war supplies there came a demand for a decrease in the consumption of the ordinary needs of peace time. Among the things the consumption of which must be cut was paper. A city man was at the head of the department that regulated the use of paper, and he felt It advisable to so limit the amount of paper available for the country press as to seriously cripple sll of these papers. and to have entirely closed many of them. It was the privilege of the writer to present the case of the country press to this man. and It did not take him long to see that the government could not afford to in any considerable degree cripple an Institution that represented so much of national good as did these country newspa-

pers.

Country Press Deserves Well. The country press deserves well of the people of the nation, and especially of the people of the country communities. Individually these papers may not be large In size as compared with the city papers, but quantity Is the measure of their value. They are worth both directly and Indirectly far more than their subscription price. For that price they bring to you each week the news of your friends and acquaintances. To those have left the country home to go r to the city or to some other country home, the conntry newspaper Is a welcome weekly letter that keeps them In touch with friends and former associates. To those at home It of their friends and

paper

power to t-e reckoned with. That when the country press speak* In nnlson on any national subject It Is but voicing the sentiments of that mighty force the people of the conntry cotnmnalties, the people In whose hands, says Mr. Bali sir. rests the destiny of

world civilization.

Fights for Entii

nest eyes to watch him as he went by obviously be bad taken no note of her. Satisfied of this, she waited until he was i.t a little distance, then ran lightly to th-» gate, hurried after him.

and Joined him.

Why. Mr. Dill!" she exclaimed, 'n her mother's most polished manner. 'Hov surprising to see you! I pre-

ume. as we tk h happen to be walk- The «

Ing In Uie same direction, we might j fights tor those thing! Just as well keep .ogether.” j value to the country

1 “enuring that la doing »

* things that ar

dustrlal Interests o

Country. represents

It Is fight ng I

neighbors. It records the births and deaths, the marriages, the comings and goings of those In whom you are Interested. It furnishes the medium of publicity thr . ,-h which work for a better and stronger community U maintained. It voices the consensus of opinion of the community to the representatives In the halls of the state and national legislators. It Is the paper of. for and by the people of the villages, the towns and the

small cities.

No country paper worthy of the name ever seeks the support of the people of Us community on any other j ground 'ban that of giving more than

FOUND HOME PAPER IN HEART OF THE ROCKIES

And Through It Peddler Learned That Family He Had Known for Fif-

teen Years Were Hie Relatives.

“Publishing a country newspaper reminds me of tossing a pebble Into the ocean. We never know how far the circles which It sets in motion will reach." said WUUtson Manley, publisher of The Plalndealer of Canton. N. Y., the other day, In speaking of “Subscribe for Tour Home Town Paper Week." which Is to be observed the country over the week of November 7-12. “I had a good reminder of.thla

not long ago," he went on.

"One day there appeared In the Plalndealer office a short, stubby, robust man of probably sixty. I knew the minute I saw him that he had come in from the big outdoors In some section. He told me that he had taken the paper for many years, probably forty, ever since he had left Canton, where he was bore. He told me where I would find the paper going, and I found 1L HD post office was in a little town way out In the Rockies. He said he bad come back to the old town to live. He paid what he owed and a year over for good measure, and then he sat down and I knew something was

coming.

Forty Years in the Mountains "’Say.' said he. ‘newspapers are great things. Too can never tell what they are going to do for you. I have been a peddler ont in the mountains for forty years, making my tripe, me and the little burro, about once hi six months. There were a lot of long Jumps between bouses. For fifteen years I had been going out of my trail, about five miles to one side, to sell to a family that had moved In. Ton get rather well acquainted with people If you see them once In six months for that long, so when I got there one afternoon and didn't find anyone home—Just the door unlocked, as all doors were there—I went tn and made myself comfortable, and when supper time came I didn't hesitate about hunting around for grab. And I was doing It I found a copy of the Plalndealer on the kitchen she'/, me or two more around 'jhe house—the Plalndealer. mind ycu, the paper I was taking right from the old home town! And I wondered who lese fifteen-year-old friends of mine erff I suddenly realized we had never talked over our pedigrees any. “■When the family got home that evening I asked questions, and what do you 'hink?—that wife was a sort of grandniece of mine. She hadn't heard' of h>-r old uncle off stubbing around la the rocks of the Rocklea,

t I aid