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" "It's the biggest issue we ever had. We are printing the poems of all the poets of Hempfield." Joe paused to consider a moment, while Nort looked at him earnestly. "Didn't know they was any poets in Hempfield," observed Joe finally. "Why," says Nort, "Hempfield has more poets than any town of its size in America." Now, Joe took the _Star_ as a matter of course, and advertised in it, too: JOSEPH CRANE LIVERY, FEED AND SALE STABLE but, rarely expecting to find anything in the paper but the local news, which he knew already, he had unfortunately used the Poems of Hempfield for cleaning harness. After Nort's exciting visit he crossed over and borrowed a somewhat sticky copy which Nathan Collins, the baker, was saving to wrap bread in, and glancing over the Poems of Hempfield, discovered that Addison Bird of Hawleyville had written one of them, a poem entitled "Just Plant One Tree, Boys," which he had once read at the Grange. Joe bought hay of Ad, and the idea that Ad was a poet struck Joe as being an irresistible piece of humour. He told everybody who came in during the day, and even called Ad on the telephone to joke him about it. Ad had not heard of it yet, and immediately hitched up and drove into town, not knowing whether to be pleased or angry. He met Nort at the gate of the printing-office, and was received by that young editor with a warm handshake and congratulations upon appearing in what was undoubtedly the most interesting issue of a newspaper ever published in Westmoreland County. The upshot of it was that Ad paid up his long delinquent subscription, and went away with quite a bundle of extra copies. It is a strange thing in this world how few people recognize a thing as wonderful or beautiful until some poet or prophet comes along to tell them that it is wonderful or beautiful. "Behold that sunset!" cries the poet, quite beside himself with excitement, and the world, which has been accustomed to having sunsets every evening for supper, and thinks nothing of them, suddenly looks up and discovers unknown splendours. "Behold the _Star_," cried Nort, rushing wildly about Hempfield. "See what we've got in the _Star_"--and it spread through the town that something unusual, wonderful, was happening in the hitherto humdrum office in the little old building back from the street. People did not know quite what to make of the publication of the poetry, it was so unprecedented, and the
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