Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1904-08-12
By WILL N. HARDEN,

work. He's been 1etcneu up Ill lnts
giddy set O. young folks. an he feels
his fodder. When you do put I'm at
work you put i'm at some menial en-
ployment 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"
"What in the name o common sense
do you know about boys?" said Hanks,
leaning forward and applying his
cheap cigar to a red spot on the stove.
you've never had one. Do you reckon
I hain't anxious to see i'm make
somen' out'n hisself? tried my level
best to git i'm to 60 to mill tother
day, and betwixt i'm and his nanny
I was clean outwitted. Jest think o
meme feedin' an housin' a young
Prince O. Wales"
"a Prince O. Wales that won't ride
to mill on a 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 q few minutes. Then three
young men, faultlessly attred and
laughing merrily, entered the ware
house at the front and went through
the building toward the car at the
platform in the rear.
"Goin' back to poke fun at Bob"
said Kenner. "They certainly are
riflin' 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 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.
81 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 idiots!"
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. I tell you-a
man"
Hanks cigar had gone out, and he
leaned forward and pressed its end
against the stove again. 1T won't
hurt George as much to take a little
exercise with the trucks as 1t will Bob
to be bolstered up in his ways by what
George Is a.doin'. 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 me feel cheap by that
sort O. trick"
Kenner did not seem to be listening
With his eyes on Hillyer's sympatheti"
ACE he remarked: The minute George
loomed up out thar an grabbed them
trucks an set to work that gang dried
up 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. l tell you, you old stick in the
mud"-to HLnks-'Pll bet any other
daddy but you'd "a made a man out O
that material. Bob told me once that
he wanted to go in business fer his
se'f. Why don't you try 'im?'
Try 'im!" said Hanks indifferently.
"Who tried me, wonder? | had to
shift fer myself, an ef I've acculnu-
lated anything it has been by my own
efforts Eff anybody had set Inc up in
business at that boys age I'd never
been wuth q hill O 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"-as Hanks was about to
speak-"an q whole community tellin'
you you mustn't lay yore hands to
menial labor. Yore daddy, from what
| 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 Lbs house one
night, Mr.. Hillyer, an Lib was standin'
up before the fire warmin' hisse'f. All
ut once Lbs nanny said, Henry,
thar's q coal O. fire under yore foot,
an Lib looked up, as lazy then as now,
an asked. in his slow way, Which
foot, MAJ"
Hillyer smiled, but Hanks simply
grunted indifferently and began to look
over a packet Of papers which he took
from his pocket. Jake came In to tell
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 q chair toward Hanks.
You know how to take my fun, Lib"
he said, just touch Of apology in his