Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1904-07-19

at the SIDE or the warehouse
was filed with mountain wag-
ons. Those which contained
chestnuts, ginseng, fruit, chickens,
eggs, butter or smoke cured bacon had
white canvas covers over them. the 9th
ers were cotton wagons, upon which
the great, bullying bales We're heaped.
The years crop was abundant, and lit
tie of the product had been stained in
the boil, for the ripening period had
been dry and blessed with sunshine.
AS Hillyer was about to enter the
front door of the warehouse after
breakfast Rascoin Truitt slouched to
ward him from group around Il little
campfire between two cotton wagons
Jerking his long thumb over his shout
der, and hitching up his snspender-
less trousers ut the waist, he drew the
merchant to one side.
"Heard Hillhouse say you was out
lookin' fer George last night" he be-
gan awkwardly. "an' | lowed thar'd
be no harm in hayin' word with you.
That's all right 'twlXt me n George,
squire He told me jest now he never
knowed what he was about an that
he's sorry, Shucks! he never hurt me,
Mr.. Hillyer. Besides, I'd let that chap
maui me in the face as much as he
likes after the friend he's been to JEFF.
Eff he's done my boy one favor he has
a hundred. My wife feels jest like l
do about George an eff she was to hear
I'd got I'm in trouble over a little thing
like that last night she'd quit me-"
$50 thar won't be no charge agin
sim, then?" said Hillyer in relief.
"Not a bit" said the mountaineer, I'M
consciously stroking the jaw George
Buckley had bruised the night before.
1.-THE marshal come to me jest now an
axed me eff wanted to make case,
an / told i'm he was crazy, that me N
George was Jest playin', an some O.
them dern niggels lowed we was fus-
SIM"
I'm glad you feel that way. Truitt,"
said Hillyer, and he went into the of
fee, sat down at his desk and began
to read his mail.
Two citizens Of barley made the
warehouse their business headquarters.
using the desks without pay. Henry
Hanks a tall, lank, married man about
fifty five years OF age. had desk in
one corner of the office. He wore a
long brown beard, was dyspeptic. yell
low skinned and nervous. He was q
Confederate veteran who had, after the
war, developed surprising capacity
for making money out OF the unfortu-
nate section lie had bravely fought for.
He was well to do note shaver, and
sold farmers their yearly supplies at
an enormous profit. Anything from a
cooking stove to yoke of oxen was
considered good security when once de-
scribed In the Iron CLAD mortgage
note of which he was the inventor. He
never wore vest, and the pockets of
his thin coat We're always bullying with
notes and accounts which he carried on
his person to have tl<m ready at q mo-
ment's notice when he ran across de-
linquent. The other citizen was Jim
Kenner, 1oyial cotton buyer, bach
elor about forty-tive years OF age, who
was the very life Of the little circle.
When he had business to transact he
could be as long faced and serious as
any one else; but even then his humor
was apt to bubble up and burst at the
very monNnt no one was expecting 1t.
n foQS{ncp
Hanks, whom he sarcastically called
"Old Liberality," or Lib" for short.
He spoke with whine that always
ended in rasping laugh that was very
infectious. Hanks had never been
known to smile, and yet close observ-
err would have seen that, in his own
way. he seemed to enjoy all his asso-
GATES levity 1t was chilly day ana
there was a good fire in the long wood
stove, and the two men bent over 1t.
George Buckley sat on his high stool
at his desk at work on his big ledger
"Say, George" whined Kenner, as he
threw cigar stump under the stove
and leaned back In his chair. Ibid you
ever hear that tale Bill Cover is a-tell-
In on Lib, about his burn out when he
used to be in the junk business"
George smiled indulgently and said.
without looking round, that he had
not
LIB made his start In the junk bust
ness down at the fur end O. the street,
said Kenner. jest after the surrender
thar was a lots O scrap iron an the
like lyin' around, an he made money
buyin' it up an shippin' it to iron
foundries. Then he added wheat an
peas an corn as side line, an one
fall when he had purity big stock OF
everything his shack tuck fire. A wind
was a-blowin' an things looked shaky.
A line O. bucket passers was formed to
the highest we'll, an we was dom pur-
Nv fair work when Lib come lopin'
down the street, maxim noise like q
boss full o. water When he seed what
we was dom he got awful ratified an
yelled for us to tote out the stuff. l
wasn't nigh i'm, but Bill Cover says
when some o. the crowd laid hold o
he wheat sacks lib yelled at 'em. Let
he wheat alone, it's insured; tote out
he scrap iron!"
George laughed at this recital. but
Hanks simply swung his foot back and
'orth and chewed the end of his I'M
lighted cigar. To all appearances he