Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1904-08-23
Copyright. 1905. by harper BROTHERS
ways eating such things between

Always eatluS sucu luih6S oee"Seo
meals.
81 see the governors In town." he re-
marked, little puffs of powdered crack
er Issuing from his lips and falling like
flakes Of snow on his beard.
George started; an unpleasant thrill
passed over him and his heart sank. 81
didn't know it." he said, giving Hanks
a steady stare.
"Yes, / was at the train when the
Cranstons driv up to take i'm home
with 'em. You cayn't Farm folks any
sense. I reckon fully hundred was
crowdin' around tryin' to git look at
i'm. An as the carriage driv along the
street a whole passle O. loafers run aft
er it, maxim big to-do. They'd a had
the brass band out, they say, eft the
majors gal hadn't put 'er foot down
on it. Mrs. Dugan come over an told
us he was eXpected-she struck US
while we was at the breakfast table.
She never had no use fer me-says /
don't talk enough to suit 'er. She nev-
er would "a let US in on the racket this
mornin', but she come through our
yard to make short cut through q
hole in the fence to Alexanders. She
said Mrs. Cranston was in fer givin'
the governor big blowout an in
vitin' all the upper ten, but her daugh-
ter set on that too. Mrs. Dugan lowed
1t was beca'se Lydia was afeared ef he
ketched sight O. some O. the other gals
in the town he might transfer his at
tentons. I dunno-I'm jest tellin' you
what that old hag said"
Buckley did not encourage the old
man to continue talking. He dipped
his pen In the ink as II to resume
work, and Hanks sauntered away.
The ink dried on the pen in George
Buckley's tense fingers. Finding him
self alone, he turned around and for
several minutes sat staring vacantly In
front Of him. His face was pale, his
brows drawn together.
"Oh, my God. how am / going to
face thisp he said suddenly. II have
been blind, stupid idiot. She has SIM
ply been treating me as she has out OF
pity. She'll marry that man; she'll
do it. It's the way of the world-her
world. Oh, God, give me the man.
hood to meet it"
Suddenly Hillyer loomed up in the
outer doorway and came into the office.
He had heard nothing that had fallen
from the lips of his clerk, but he saw
his glo my face. "Somebody's told
'im," he thought. He started to speak.
but cha Iged his mind and sat down,
his COT 1tenance very grave. There
was one subject he had never broached
to George Buckley-a subject that the
young man had made him feel was not
to come up between them, and yet
George" was the result Of the old
mans sudden impulse, and he stood
near Buckley's elbow, II axed the Al
mighty fer sign that / was on the
right road to peace O mind an got
it. l want to say to you now, my boy.
that in every prayer send up from
this minute on I'm goin' to plead with
i'm to give you all you want in this
life. Do you understand? All-every-
thing!'
George turned; the tensity of his
features had given place to an mex
pressible softness, into which deli
cate flush was rising. He laid his
hand on the old mans shoulder and
smiled.
I'm getting already more than l
deserve, Mr.. Hillyer," he said. Don't
bother about me-"
"I've told you what my prayer Is
to be, George; We'll see If God as
good as ourn is won't grant it."
"A fellow can stand great many
dlsappointmepts. Mr.. Hillyer, when he
has as good friend as have in you"
The old mans lower lip was CULVER
ing heiplessly. Its awful-simply
awful" he said. Ito want to help folks
you love an cayn't, an have to stand
by with hands an feet tied. An,
George, that fellow they're all maxim
so much over today Is low ring poll
tician without any honor or soul big
germ a gnats. He heads the process
sion. with his white shirt full O. dia-
mcnd studs. shiny broadcloth an silk
hat, an weak women fawn on lin an
think he's God Almighty, but l tell you
he's as empty as bottle O. wind. He's
al N
at Sunday school. an the programme
Is fer 'em to decorate the altar with
flowers. l hain't a-goin', George. That
hain't what Gods house is fer, an ef
| went Id set thar with heart full O.
rebellion"
George stared ut his friend with an
expression OH his face the old man had
never seen before 1t contained frank
admission of his helpless captivity to
Lydia Cranstons charms, and yet 1t
reflected tense munliness- -manliness
bound. bowed and beaten.
HE has been counting her over a
year, MIR. Hillyer," Buckley said un-
der his breath.
$50 I've heard. George"
"She writes to him-she mentioned
that to Inc once She showed me some
presents he had sent her-fowers from
his own hothouse and other things.
He's followed her everywhere; she ac-
cepts these attentions. Her family all
ravor the match"
"She's jest a woman, George-jest a
woman. after nll-and they are all pine
blank alike except in the sight Of the
different men who dote on EN-"
George Buckley's face hardened as II
under a sudden reflection. I'm all your
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