The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1894-08-22
That man was, Perry Wynans.
CHAPTER III.
WELL WORTHY OF EACH OTHER.

WELL WORTHY OF EACH OTHER.
As bad as he was, Hiram Skiddcr felt
ashamed of the meanness and brutality
with which he had treated his niece.
"Of course / should have been glad to
give her nights lodging, or anything
of that sort, under other circumstances,
he said to himself, when she had van
ished "But it was her misfortune to
come here at the most awkward moment
possibe-iust as am preparing to leave
these scenes forever! Perhaps"
He was interrupted by voices near his
door.
"What! You are Mr.. Skidder's broth
er?" one of his clerks was saying.
"You Jest bet am-hiS own and only
brother, all the way from Montany,"
was the reply, "and you jest hustle and
hump. will ye, young man, and let Hiram
know theE Jerry Skiddcr is waiting to
see him."
The merchant stepped brlskly to the
door, not without great surprise and
curiosity. but also with an intense salts
faction at the prospect of further infor-
nation from the Musselshell.
"Oh. it's you, Jerry?" he cried, with
his most affable voice and manner,
grasping the hand of his relative. II
am equally astonished and delighted at
seeing You! Como in"
jeremiah Skidder fastened to comply,
and the merchant closed the door behind
him, after a. warning frOwn at several
clerks who were staring after the new
conner.
"How rugged and hearty you lock,
Jerry And how little changed for the
worse" he resumed, waving his brother
to a seat near his desk and returning to
his own chair. "How have you been all
these fourteen years since saw you?"
"Oh, about as usual" answered the
visitor. "You seem little pale, with
being cooped up here everiastingly, but
you enjoy good health, hope?"
Excellent Jerry. How's your fam
ily?"
ave only Daisy left Hiram, her
mother having died several years ago.
Perhaps you don't remember Daisy?
She's great girl of onc-and-twenty.
ais she here with you?"
"Ycs She has long been wanting to
come to town to see the sights, snd ]
couldn't refuse no longer. No, sho'' not
waiting outside" he continued, as the
merchant looked from little Yindog in
to the store. HShe's ut oW hotol on
Madison street And how's your wife
and the children?"
II lost Mrs Skiddcr year, ago." re-
piled the merchant, "but tho clildron
son of twenty-five and q 81 OF twenty
three-are quite well.
Jerry wagged his jaws nervous'y upon
a huge quid of tobacco, and bestowed
keen glance of appreciation upon his
surroundings, while Hiram looked him
over with O curious and searching scru-
tiny.
The contrast between the bro theirs
was rather striking, Jerry being at least
ten years the oldest, and having . thin,
weazeny frame, pair OF deeply sunken
eyes, and 4 bony, angular risaSe The
old man was active and wiry, however,
as became his bronzcd ard weather
beaten appearance. and could have
readily "handled" his younger and Digger
brother.
"You seem TO he well lxed here,
Hiram" he remarked, his gaze coming
back to his brothers face. "Must have
made an awful pile of money! How does
it happen that you've never been out to
Montany to see me?"
"f couldn't get tho time, jerry"
Il concluded that such was the case,"
said the visitor, with increased nervous
ness, "and that's why yielded to Daisy
about coming. Tho fact is, l want to
buy those Musselshell lands OF you and
Tower!"
lTo BE coNTISUED.l