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

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sun were touching the slate covered
spire Of the largest church In town
He went to public wagon yard and
hitched his horse 20 one Of the long
racks. A mountain family he knew
slightly had camped in the yard. Sleep
ing In their canvas covered wagon,
and were making coffee over a little
fire. Pole wanted cup Of the bever-
age, but he passed on into grocery
store across the street and bought
dimes worth of cheese and hardtack
crackers. This was his breakfast. He
washed it down with dipper Of water
from the street we'll and sat around
the store chatting with the clerk. who
was sprinkling the floor and sweeping
and busting the long room. The clerk
was a redheaded young man with
short, bristling mustache, and suit
Of clothes that was too large for him.
Don't Mr.. Craig stay around Finch
er's warehouse a good dealT" Pole
asked as the clerk rested for moment
on his broom near him.
mighty nigh all day long," was the
reply. Him an Fincher's some kin,
think"
"On his wife's side," said Pole. Il
want to see Mr.. Craig. wonder ef
he'll be down thar this mornin'."
"Purty apt" said the clerk. "Finch-
er's his best friend sence his bust up,
an they are mighty thick. / reckon he
gifts the cold shoulder at a lots O
places"
"You don't sayw
"An' of course he wants someWhar
to 60 besides home. In pass1n' I've
seed i'm a-figurin' several times at
Fincher's desk. They say he's got
some notion O workin' fer Fincher as
his bookkeeper."
"Well, he'll have to make a HVin'
some. way" said Pole.
The clerk laughed significantly.
"Ef it amt already made" said he
with smile.
Pole stood up. 81 don't think that's
right he said coldly. "Me nur you
nur nobody hain't got no right to hint
at what we don't. know nothin' about.
Mr.. Craig may "a lost ever cent he
had"
I'm pigs valisew sneered the red
headed man. "I'd bet my hat he's got
money-an' plenty Of it, huh!
"Well, 1 don't know nothin' about
It." said Pole, still coldly. An what's
more, Dunn, l amt a-Sein' about
smirchin' any helpless maA's character
nuther. Eff I knowed he had mad. by
the bust I'd talk different, but don't
know it."
"Oh, I see which side you are on.
Baker," laughed the clerk. Folks are
about equally divided. Half is fer i'm.
an half agin. But mark my words,
Craig will slide out O. this town some
day an be heerd Of after awhile a-git-
tin started agin some'r's else. That
racket has been worked to death all
over the country"
Pole carried the discussion no fur
ther. Half an hour passed. Customers
were coming in from the wagon yard
and examining the wares OH the coun-
tiers and making slow purchases. The
proprietor came in and let the clerk go
to breakfast Pole stood in the door
way looking up the street in the direc-
ton Of Craig's residence. Presently he
saw the eX-banker coming from the
postofice reading his mail Pole step
ped back into the store and let him go
by; then he went to the door again
and saw Craig go into Fincher's ware
house at the end of the next block Of
struggling, wooden buildings. Pole
sauntered down the sidewalk in that
direction, passing the front door OF the
warehouse without looking in. The
door at the side of the house had a
long platform before it, and on it
Fincher, the proprietor, was weighing
bales Of hay which were being unload
ed from several wagons by the coun-
trymen who were disposing Of 1t.
Hello, Mr.. Fincher!" Pole greeted
him familiarly. want any help un-
loadin'?'
Hello, Baker, said Fincher, look
Ing up from the blankbook in which he
was recording the weights. NO. reck-
on they can handle it all right" Finch
er was short. fat man, very bald and
with a round, laughing face. He had
known Pole q long time and consld-
cred him most amusing character.
How do you come on, Pole"
"Oh, about as common. jest thought
them fellers looked sOrter lightweight
The men OH the wagon laughed as
they thumped bale Of hay Oh to the
platform. You'd better dry up," one
of them said. We'll git the mayor to
put you to work agin."
well, he'll have to be quicker about
it than he was the last time" said Pole
dryly.
Some one laughed Justify from be-
hind tall stack Of wheat in bags In
the warehouse. 1t was Lawyer Ira
bue. He came round and picked up
Fincher's daily paper, as he did every
morning, and sat down and began to
read it.
Now you are talkin," he said.
"rhar was more rest in that job. Pole.
than any you ever undertook. They
tell me you didn't crack rock"
Fincher laughed. as he closed his
book and struck Baker with it play
fully. POLE was too tired to do that
lob" he said. "He was born that way"
'"Say, Mr. Trabue," retaliated Pole