The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1904-11-09


,r / was forgiven or not. Somehow
! believed he'd give It. but every time
I was tenpted to ask for It would
back out. was afcared the sign
would be asin me- But after you
overcome gore temptation to drownd
| ycre late trouble in drink IN shoulder
ed it like i man I thought I'd resk 1t
| an ask tie Almighty to give re jest
a hint that | wis Oh the right road in
takin' you up us al substitute fer
| Lynn EambriSht. But what sort of q
sign TO ask fer was what bothered me.
Then it come to ne like flash o
! lightnin' one morning when wheat was
so low an you said SO positive thar ..you
believed it I'D 90 higher. George, !
TUX all the money I'd borrowed from
| you an invested tin yore name, mind
| you-at the lowest notch, an then
nut in lots O my own later when wheat
| begun to climb. The proposition was
| this: I was to so entirely by what
| you said in every respect, an ef it
turned out well + was to take it that
I was on the right track. God knows
I've been mighty nigh crazy through it
slI. but never DARN to say a word to
| you. I've been anxious to close out
| several times, but I stuck to my plan
an vas guided By yore judgment"
You say you invested my-n,y mon
ey in it, asked George in astonish-
nent
ayes, that was the idea, so you could
eit the benefit if it riZ. If it hadn't, Of
course I'd still owe you the money an
make it good
But I simply can't understand what
is the matter now said Buckley.
Heaven knows you've made a pile o
money out Of the transaction
IF we could sell now-yes; but, oh,
George, know that the market is on
a collapse; I feel it. know that Ja-
cobs' offer to take it or thirty days is
Jest i trap the -Almighty's set fer me
| fer DARN to ask .fer the sign. Jacobs
is i, i pinch an wants our wheat on
credit 10 tide i'm over, an We'll never
cit out whole I feel it. Oh, I feel it
in my soul! God wants to git even
with me!'
| Buckley laid his hand On the old
mans shoulder and looked at him al
most tenderly. You are simply let
ting your imagination run away with
YOU he said. You have brooded over
this till you have lost the power Of
calm reason. 2Ir. Hillyer, Pm as sure
Of the ability Of Jacobs 6. Co. to pay
as am that I stand here
"Oh, George, are you-are you?"
eyes, and il they can't pay cash the
world is full Of people who will. Why,
NIr. uillyer. you have no idea how abb
surd your fears seem to any one else.
Why, We'll simply wire the bankers to
get us cash buyer, and it will be
! done.''
The old man fell to trembling. 81
don't believe we'll git out whole" he
groaned. "Eut you kin try. Wire 'em,
George, but leave me alone back here.
For Gods sake, wire 'em!'
Just as George reached the front a
messenger boy came with telegram
for Hillyer George opened it, nervous
in spite of himself. The color flashed
into his cheek, light into his eye, as
he read the message. He took it back
to his room Through the partly open
door be saw the merchant on his knees
at the bed and heard him praying.
.'God have mercy on me!' he was
groaning. "God, do, do have mercy
on mep'
George hesitated an instant, and.then
he went in and touched the old man
on the shoulder. Good news, Mr.. Hill
yer" he said, his young voice full Of
emotion. 'The bank. has just tele-
graphed"-
whats that?'
| Hillyer rose awkwardly,' his hands on
the railing Of the bedstead- He was as
| weak as q sick child.
etWhat did you say, my boy?" he
asked, his face vacant.
George read the telegram to him:
Market somewhat hrrner- Jacobs & co.
| peid cash. Have placed amount to your
credit. Wire instructions.
!Hillyer's eyes were wide open. He
took the telegram and went with+it to
the window and read it. Thank. God,
thank God! he cried. cts the sign,
George pointed upward 'theasign.
I'm on the right road to pardon-thlnk
O. that, my boy-my eternal pardon.
God wanted to help you. You got IN
at the lowest notch O the market an
have made some money. At yore age
I'd "a thought it fortune. It's a,good
nest egg, an on the list o next jan
uary you must take an interest in the
business. Oh, George, I feel ike
could fly. I'm Dustin open inside. l
want to cry, want to shout an hol-
ler."