Mower County transcript., 1904-09-28

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Nothing ean hep M I he le il we lose on
thu tdedl'' said the Old man:
price you paid and the present mar
ketw Buckley questioned, now de-
termined to, try. to get at the cause of
the old mans trouble The merchant
hung his head for moment and then
he said. Come back to yore room,
George;s don't want them feilers to
come in while I'm talking. 1 see I've
got to tell you everything ~,
Wonderingly Buckley followed him
back to the Scheerless room Hillyer
sank On the edge OF the bed and sat
with his hands clasped tightly between
his knees.
The old trouble is at the bottom of
it." he began huskily, and then he
cleared his throat and went on more
distinctly. ''All along I have thought
In offerin' up prayers for pardon, that
I'd beg the Almighty fer sign whetf-
er I was forgiven or not. Somehow
believed he'd give it, but every time
was tempted to ask for it I would
back out. I: was afeared the sign
would be agin me. But after you
overcome yore temptation to drownd
yore late trouble in drink an shoulder
o1 Hlyn %h0py~h$ I'd e
am ask the Almighty to give me jest
a hint that I was on the right road in
takin'. you up as "a substitute fer
Lynn Hambright. But what sort of a
sign to ask fer was what bothered me.
Then 1t come to me like a flash O.
lightn1n' one morning when wheat was
SO low an you said so positive that you
believed It I'D 90 higher. George, I
TUX all the money I'd borrowed from
you an invested it-in yore name, mind
you-at the lowest notch, an then l
put in lots O. my own later when wheat
begun to climb. The proposition was
this: I was to go entirely by what
you said In every respect, an eff it
turned out we'll was to take it that
I was on the right track. God knows
I've been mighty nigh crazy through it
all, but never darln' to, say a word to
you. I've been anxious to close out
several times, but stuck to my plan
an was guided by yore Judgment"
You say you invested my-my mon.
ey in it?' asked George in astonish-
,ment.
''Yes, that was the idea, so you could
sit the benefit if it riz. If it hadn't, of
course I'D still owe you the money an
make it good"
but simply can't understand what
is the matter now," said Buckley.
Heaven knows you've made a pile O.
money out Of the transaction"
IF we could sell now-yes; but, oh,
George, know that the market is on
collapse; I feel it. I know that ia
cobs' offer to take it on thirty days is
jest trap the Almighty's set fer me
fer DARN to ask fer the sign. Jacobs
Ia in pinch an wants our wheat on a
credit to tide i'm over, an we'll never
git out whole. feel It'll Oh, feel it
in my soul! God wants to git even
with me!'
Buckley laid hts hand on the old
mans shoulder and looked at him al
most tenderly. you are simply let
ting your Imagination run away with
YOU" he said. "You have bro0ded over
this till you have lost the power of
calm reason. Mr.. Hillyer, I'm as sure
Of the ability Of Jacobs & Co. to pay
as am thft I stand here"
"Oh, George are youEare your
Eyes, and II they can't pay cash the
world Is full Of people who will. Why,
Mr.. Hillyer, you have no idea how ab-
surd your fears seem to any one else.
Why, we'll simply wire the bankers to
get US q cash buyer, and it will be
done"
The old man fell to trembling. II
don't believe Wen git out WHOLE" he
groaned. But you kin try. Wire 'em,
George, but leave me alone back here.
For Gods sake, wire 'emw
Just as George reached the front a
messenger boy came with a telegram
for Hillyer. George opened it, nervous
in spite Of himself. The color flashed
into his cheek, light into his eye, as
he read the message. He took it back
to his room. Through the partly open
door he saw the merchant on his knees
at. the bed and heard him praying.
"God have mercy on mev' he was
groaning. God, do, do have mercy
on met"
George hesitated an instant, and then
he went in and touched the old man
on the shoulder. ''Good news, Mr. Hill
yer" he said, his young voice, full Of
emotion. ''The bank has just tele-
graphed"-
whats that?'
Hillyer rose awkwardly, hts hands on
the railing Of the bedstead. He was as
weak as sick child. ....,.
"What, did you say, my boy?" he
asked, his face vacant.
, George read the telegram to him:
:. Market somewhat frmer. Jacobs & Co..
paid cash. Have placed amount to your