Mower County transcript., 1904-09-14

to mill on corn sack, = said Kenner
dryly. lib you've got white ele-I
phant on yore hands as shores preach
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Just then they heard the rattle OF the
iron wheeled trucks In the rear. Bob
Hanks had sets to work. His father
began to pull at his: cigar. No one
spoke for few minutes. Then three
young men, faultlessly attired and
laughing merrt1y, entered the ware
house at the front and went through
the building toward the car at the
platform In the rear. :5s
'Goin' back to poke fun at Bob"
said Kenner: They certainly are
rif1in' gang, but I'll bet Bob feels like
crawfin' in a hole an pulhn' the hole
in after I'm"
George Buckley stood down on the
floor, his face rigid. They were all
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.
II wonder what he's goin' to- be-
gan Kenner.
"Goin' to scatter them fools, I reck-
on" said Hillyer angrily. AN he
Ort, the blasted h1ots!''
Hanks had observed and heard, but
he smoked on as If unconcerned.
Kenner rose and went out. He came
back In a moment, a strange light in
his honest face, his lips twitching.
George has got another pair O
trucks an IS helpin' Bob unload that
car" he said in an unsteady voice.
by gum, he's man, tell you-a
maD!"
Hanks cigar had gone out, and he
leaned forward and pressed its end
against the stove again. 1T wont
hurt George as much to take little
exercise with the trucks as It will Bob
to be bolstered up in his ways by what
George is a-dodn'. The Lord knows
you'll all ruin the boy among you.
don't care how much work George does
fer me. I'll save dollar and a half.
He can't make mo feel cheap by that
sort O. trick"
Kenner did not seem TO be listening.
With his eyes on H1llyer's syupathetc
lace he remarked: "The minute George
loomed up out thar an grabbed them
trucks an set to work that gang dried
mp an looked like they wanted to hide.
They made some excuse or other an
skunk off down the railroad, an Bob
Bob jest looked like he could die fer
i'm. I tell you, you old stick in the
mud"-to Hanks-~I'll bet any other
daddy but you'd a. made man out o.
that material. Bob told me once that
he wanted to go in business fer his
se'f. Why doHt you try imp
'Try 'im!" said Hanks indifferently.
"Who tried me, I wonder? 1 had to
shift fer myself, an eff I've accumu-
lated anything it has been by my own
efforts. Eff anybody had set me up in
business at that boys age I'd never
been wuth hill q beans.''
''Yes, an you didn't start out with
as much agin you as Bob has," an
swered the cotton buyer. You wasn't
constantly surrounded by folks tellin'
you yore old scrub Of daddy was
goin' to die an leave you a whole lot
O. money, an'-hold on, I'm not
through" Hanks was about to
speak-"an' a whole community tellin'
you you mustn't lay yore hands to
menial labor. Yore daddy, from what
I hear, made you pull bell cord over
a mules back tell you was twenty-one,
an when you finally riz to the dignity
O the junk shop you used to keep, you
considered yourself in high G. Why,
they say you never wore shoes tell you
put 'em. on to vote in. They say q
stranger put up at Lib's house one
night Mr: Hillyer, an Lib was standin'
up before the fire warmin' hisse'f. All
at once Ltbs nanny said, Henry,
thars coal O. fire under yore foot
an Lib looked up, as lazy then as now,
an asked, in his slow way, Which
foot, ma?"
Hillyer smiled, but Hanks simply
grunted indifferently and began to look
over packet Of papers which he took
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Kenner that some cotton wagons were
driving up, and Kenner started out,
Laughing good naturedly. At the door
he paused, and, coming back, he leaned
on the back Of chair toward Hanks.
"You know how to take my fun, Lib"
he said, just touch Of apology in his
tone. "You see, used to have jest
sech gang as Bobs society crowd to
contend with.' Kenner laughed. It
was plain he had more to say in spite
of the pressure Of business.
when I growed up it was wuss, If
anything, than now. It was Jest after
the war, when nobody had anything to
put on style with, an everybody want
ed to make good show to keep from
lookin' beat. Among the young men
in this place thar was some Of us that
jest naturally would work, an a pile
of 'em that didn't seem to know how,
an us that knowed how seemed tokeep
up the rest fer they was eternally
a-borrowin' our cash an never dream
in O. replacin' it. L remember thar
was one young feller, Fred Dinslow,
that kept my pocket change down to