Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1904-12-19


with his son Bob, well dressed young
man past twenty years of age. Inc
young man paused in the outer ROOM
an expression of deep embarrassment
on his face
Has that car o meat fer me been
sidetracked:' Hanks asked Hillyer
abruptly.
Yes; it's at the platform now. the
merchant answered, casting curious
glance past Hanks to his son. Are
you ready to have it unloaded:'
Yes: Bob'S goin' to do it
The whole room stared in Sympa
thetic establishment
You say he isl Hillyer got out I'M
der his breath
Yes: I'm goin to show him m MS
mother that | rule the r0oSt up our
way. She's tuck notion he's too gOod
to work like common folks. an lei
i'm run wild with these town dudes
an I've made up my mind as long as
he eats my grub he's got to lay his
hands to whatever work there is to do.
l could git a niger to do the job fer
dollar an a half, an I'm simply goln
TO save the money"
At this outburst Bob Hanks was
seen to turn his face to the door. 1t
was as red as blood
''Oh, say .Hillyer began to pro-
test, but Hanks interrupted him.
Git that pair O trucks back thar
an 90 to work" he said to his son.
IAN shuck off that coat an necktie.
You won't need no buttonhOle bouquet
fer this job
The young man made haste to obey.
It was as if he wanted to spare his
parent the exhibition he was making
of himself Hanks sat down at the
stove in his usual place quite unruf-
fled.
Say" Hillyer began mildly. Il don't
think yo're handlin' that chap right
He's all right, eff you'd only treat him
like young human bein'. I've want
ed to speak to you about that boy
long time | like Bob, | cayn,t help
J it. Why, hang it. he's jest natural!
! He don't know how to get down TO
| work. He's been fetched up in this
| giddy set O. young folks, an he feels
| his fodder When you do put i'm at
| work you put i'm at some mental en-
| pIoyment that makes all the boys in
| town laugh at him. an no boy with
any pride at all can stand that. An
| the trouble is he's ashamed of the way
! YOU do along with it. The daddies o
that set he's been runnin' with don't
act that way, an he don't know why
| yo're different"
''Nhat in the name O common sense
do-y0u know about boys?"- said Hanks,
leaning forward and applying his
cheap cigar to Il red spot on the stove.
you've never had one. 10 you reckon
| haint anxious to see i'm make
somen' out'n hisself? l tried my level
best to git i'm to go to mill t'other
day, and betwixt i'm and his nanny
I was clean outwitted. Jest think O.
memo feedin' an housin a young
Prince O Wales"
"A Prince o Wales that won't ride
to mill on corn sack said Kenner
dryly Lib, you've got a white ele-
plant on yore hands as shores preach
| in"
| Just then they heard the rattle of the
| iron wheeled trucks in the rear. Bob
! Hanks had set TO work. His father
began to pull at his cigar. No one
| spoke for few minutes. Then three
! young men. faultlessly attired and
laughing merrily, entered the ware
house at the front and went through
| the building toward the car at the
| platform in the rear.
Coin back to poke fun at Bob,
said Kenner They certainly are a
trifin' gang, but I'll bet Bob feels like
crawlin in a hole an pullin' the hole
in after i'm
George Buckley stood down on the
floor his face rigid. They were al
| Watching him He took off his coat
and hung it up and then walked out OF
the office through the warehouse TO
ward the car Of bacon.
Il wonder what he's goin to- be
gan kenner.
Coin to scatter them fools, l reck
on said Hillyer angrily. AN h'
ort. the blasted idiots!
Hanks had observed and heard, bu
he smoked on as if unconcerned.
Kenner rose and went out He came
back in a moment, Il strange light il
his honest face. his lips twitching.
George has got another pair o
trucks an is helpin' Bob unload thai
car" he said in an unsteady voice
| by gum, he's a man, l tell you Il
man
Hanks cigar had gone out and h'
leaned forward and pressed its enc
against the stove again 1T won
hurt George as much to take a little
exercise with the trucks as it will Boil
to be bOlstered up in his ways by wha
; George is a-dofn. The Lord knows
/ you'll all ruin the boy among you.
don't care how much work George doe
= fer me. I'll save a dollar and half
/ He can't make me feel cheap by tina
sort o trick
: Kenner did not seem TO be listening
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