Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1904-11-07

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he was at liberty"
..Tben I'll 90 back to the store an
toll the boy" Hillyer sighed as he
r,o1ad TO the door. dead look of dis
onnointment in his eye.
As Hillyer was making his way
.,,.,,,oh the courtroom to the outer
door the wife Of the condemned man
-oocbad ont her hand and stopped him.
c. bod clutched the tail of his long
frock coat
eco ahead. I'm goin' outside" He
,od tho way down the stairs to the yard
hoIov and then paused to hear what
she had to say.
81 seed you invite the judge out" she
hocon ~ suspicioned you axed i'm |
TO make it fine"
"Yes that's what called i'm out fer, |
Mrs Buckley" the merchant said,
looking down commiserately on her fat
6cura clothed in dingy black calico,
"but If wasn't a bit O. use. He's made
nm his mind to send the old man off
| for five years.
The woman nodded slowly. "Well,
reckon it's as good as we kin expect,
J she said. EFF it had been fine, George
would "a had to pay it, an I'm agin
that proposition. He's worked hard
n make his little start, an it amt
! right fer i'm to have to give 1t up when
Mr. HiIlyer, I've heard that pore boy
beg an beg his pa to change, an eff
he's predicted this thing once he has
fifty times"
81 knew that, too" replied the mer-
chant, with a dark frown. but
George is Jest so situated right now,
Mrs. Buckley, that he'd sacrifice all he
axnects to make in the next ten years
IN avoid the disgrace o the sentence.
He holds his own with the biggest
folks in town, an this is simply awful.
You know how some O these blue
Hooded families look on a thing like
this"
"Jest about as sensible as they look
on most things" retOrted Mrs. Buck
ley philosophically, IAN l don't see no
use In humorin' 'em. They may know
a mans a thief, but eff he hain't pub
Iicly branded they don't care. But
| l)AVl0 mas DEOhc Iuc Ia" lhdA SAAAA AAO
/ change to be made in i'm, an I'm ag1n
: lettin' it hamper George, no matter
! what these shallow minded ar1stocrats
J think What's botherin' me is another
r thing"
"You say it is, Mrs. Buckley" And
p the merchant stared eXpectantly.
/ Eyes. Mr.. Hillyer. George hain't go'
: but one weakness. an that is, once II
r a long while when he is in despair
+ no will take drink to drown his trou
> bile. / reckon he hain't fetched a drap
but once since he's been with you
: can that was the time they threat
! ened to jail yore husband fer pennln
! mn Wilson's hogs, an we succeeded IN
sauashin' the charge"
7 eyes. that was the time"-the old wo
. man pushed back her gingham poke
p bonnet and looked straight into Hill
yer,s eves-"an' l am anxious to INT
q out eff this thing has made him
# Not yet, Mrs Buckley" Hillyer
! voice had fallen very low; it was al
most husky. "But I've been that afear
a it would start i'm off that l hain't bee
e able to sleep at night. He's in a aWIt
IA state O. mind, Mrs. Buckley, an whe
" 7 90 back an tell i'm the judges de
20 cision don't know what he'll do.
fine piece O. metal will bend jest
or far an then it'll break"
y The old woman nodded again slow
m and then said: 'Well, I'll go back II
d. side. This is a new wrinkle on m
20 It's considered right an proper ft
int folks to go to the grave with Their XII
an 1 reckon thar I'D be talk eff l shirl
bis ed hearin' the sentence, but tell GeorG
.-s I'll come down to the store aft
rcd awhile"
ov "AII right, Mrs. Buckley. I'll te
oh i'm"
AS Hillyer turned toward the ga
,,., to reach the little street which stretc
100 ed out. lined with cottages and bril-
"a law Offices, to the red brick freight d
7 pot at the far end, one of the lounge
bnt on the grass rose and slouched iowa
ON him.
Have they sentenced Buckley yet
IA he asked. I'm a witness on that ba
,aor burnin' case, an eff it amt a-goin'
. y be called tonight I'm a-goin' home
80 It's next on the docket" the N
on, chant informed him.
~ The man had another question real
~ whats cotton bringin' todayF
nv asked. I've got big white bale rea
oIks fer the gin"
1-itb Seven and three-eights," answer
oaaI Hillyer. and he walked on. On
main thoroughfare of the town ne
49,, to pass several brick stores wnere
80. clerks and merchants stood amid
ll heaps Of their wares on the MARI
! i - brick sidewalks, and many OF &c
- asked about the Buckley trial hlii
'ue made short but considerable replies
FASTENED past. On a corner OF one
nO' the streets running back to rallr
:. - sidetrack, In the rear, stood MS y"
- house. Here he found his negro Pc
- busy with rafting floor trucks Ioa'
49,, a box car with bags Of grain. Line
fee was commodious room cut