Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1903-09-04

"Oh, come off, don't 60 over that
again." said Fincher, flushing.
"It WIS this away" said Pole, with
q broaC. wholesome grin. 'My cousin,
Bart Wilks, was runnin' the restaurant
under the car shed about two yeer ago.
He was q new hand at the business,
an one day he had awful rush. He
got a telegram that train load O. pas
sengers had missed connection at Chat
tanooga an would have to eat with
him. He was powerful ratified, rum
MIN round like dog after its tail. He
knowed he'd have to have lot o fry
in chickens, an he couldn't leave the
restaurant, so he aXed me ef I'd take
the money an 60 out in town an buy
'em fer i'm. l consented, an struck
Mr.. Fincher, who was sellin' sech truck
then. He lowed. you know, that !
Jest wanted one. or two at the outside,
fer my own use. so when l seed fine
coop out in front an axed the price OF
'em he kinder drawed on his beerd till
his mouth fell open an studied how
he could make the most out O me.
After awhile he said, We'll, Pole, I'll
make 'em 10 cents apiece ef pick 'em,
an Is eff you pick EN- sorter skeerd
the chickens around an seed thar was
two or three tiny ones hidin' under the
big ones, an seed what he was up to,
but | was ready fer i'm. All right
ses L, you pick 'em.' Thar was two
or three loafers standin' round an
they all laughed at me when MIR.
Fincher got down over the coop an
finally ketched one about the size Of
robin an hauled it out. Keep on
a-pickin',' ses l, an he made a grab
fer one little bigger an handed it up
to me. Then he stuck his hands down
in his pockets, dom his best to keep
from laughin'. The gang yelled then,
but wasn't done. Keep on a-pickin','
ses l. AN he got down agin. An, sir,
I got that coop at about cents apiece
less'n he'd paid fer 'em. He tried to
back, but the gang wouldn't let i'm,
It was the cheapest lot O. chickens I
ever seed. I turned the little ones out
to fatten and made Wilks pay me the
market price all round fer the bunch"
'I'll be bound you made some'n' out
Of it." said Trabue. "Fincher, did you
ever heer how that scamp tuck In ev-
cry merchant on this street about two
yeer ago.:
"Never heerd anything except his
OWN 'em ALL" said Fincher, with
laugh.
81 could put i'm in the penitentiary
fer it." affirmed the lawyer. "You
know about that time thar was pow.
erful rivalry goin' on among the store
keepers. They was movin' heaven an
earth to sell Their big stocks. Well, one
Of the spryest in the lot. Joe Gaylord,
noticed that Pole was powerful popu-
lar With mountain folks, an he made
i'm a proposition. bindin' i'm down to
secrecy. He proposed to give Pole 10
per cent commission on all the goods
he'd hep sell by bringn' customers
in the store. Pole hesitated beca'se, he
said, they might find it Gut, an Joe
finally agreed that all Pole would have
to do was to fetch 'em in. give the
wink, an him an his clerks would do
the rest. 1t worked mighty slick fer
awhile, but Pole noticed that very Of
ten the folks he'd fetch In wouldn't be
pleased with the goods an prices an
I'D go trade some'r's else. Then what
do you think the scamp did? He went
to every store in town an made Sc
cret contract to git 10 per cent on all
sales. an he had the softest snap you
ever hperd Of. He'd simply hang on to
O gang from the country. whether he