Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1904-08-12
CHAPTER TX.

~rl1LL4ER was alone In the Omce
iii of the warehouse one morning
I'LL about the middle Of the follow.
ing week when Kenner came
in from the postoff1ce. the mornings
mail in his hands.
"Wheat's gone a-whizzin'," he said.
'It's $11O In the shade-away above
high water mark. Take FOOLS ad-
vice, Mr.. Hillyer. an git out while you
kin. I've got Georges interest at heart
the same as you have, an it's better
fer young men to so slow an be on the
safe side"
Hillyer smiled broadly and rubbed
his hands together with an air Of In
tense satisfaction. "You were jest as
badly ratified when 1t hadn't reached a
dollar" he said. "Now. you let George
alone. Eff I'm willin' to resk his judg.
ment, with plenty O. scads behind the
investment, why can't you"
Kenner shrugged his shoulders and
made no reply. George was coming in
at the door. "Hello, young Gould!'
the cotton buyer cried out jovially.
"Are you weak at the knees?"
"Oh, you mean wheat" said Buckley
indifferently as he went to his desk.
"That's Mr.. Hillyer's affair"
mo, it hain't, my boy, not by Jug
ful," said Hillyer, almost tenderly.
"Yore judgments held good so far;
what do you think we ought to do?
"Why, If I wanted to realize" re-
piled the young man. "I'd telegraph for
the best offers right away. You can't
rely on those printed reports like Ken
ner has. My opinion Is that 1t has
gone higher since that circular was
sent out"
"Higherw exclaimed Kenner. with a
cold smile Of derision. my boy, you
are actin Jest like every young specu-
lator that ever grabbed the whip an
Jumped in the arena. You never let
20 till the back action sets in, an then
down you scoot like an avalanche"
Hillyer's next remark surprised Ken
ner.
That's Jest what I have done, my
boy. don't say intend to sell. but l
wired Jacobs & Co. fer Their best offer
on my way down."
Just then a messenger boy came In
with a telegram. Hillyer opened 1t
with shaky fingers, but when he read
It he laid it on his desk quite calmly, a
CLEAN Of triumph in his eye.
Jacob offers S1.12h," he said i'm
pressively as he looked at the cotton
buyer.
Kenner stared and then spat against
the wall behind the stove.
Somebody's crazy" he grunted.
Wheat can't stand at that"
Hillyer was gazing at George with
Aearty smile on his face.
What do you think we ought to do,
my boy?" he asked. Remember, ]
only want yore judgment. Eff we hit
the ceilin' feet fo'most I'll never throw
It up to you"
George was silent for a moment.
The others hung on his reply. "You
are putting me in a rather ticklish
place, Mr.. Hillyer," he said. 'I'd real
ly rather not have the responsibility OF
as big a thing as this Is entirely on
me-"
"Well," said Hillyer, 'you won't
mind tellin' me what you would do ef
1t was all yore affair"
"If it were mine," answered George,
"I'd hold awhile longer"
"That settles it." cried Hillyer, and
he turned to write an answer to the
telegram.
A few minutes la:er Hanks came in
with his son Boz, we'll dressed young
man past twenty years Of age. The
young man paused in the outer room,
an expression of deep embarrassment
on his face.
"Has that car O. meat fer me been
sidetracked" Hanks asked Hillyer
abruptly.
Eyes; It's at the platform now." .the
merchant answered, casting a curious
glance past Hanks to his son. "Are
you ready to have it unloaded"
Eyes; Bob's goin' to do it."
The whole room stared in sympa-
thetic astonishment.
"You say he is?" Hillyer got out un-
der his breath.
"Yes; I'm goin' to show him an his
mother that I rule the roost up our
way. She's tuck notion he's too good
to work like common folks, an let's
i'm run wild with these town dudes,
am I've made up my mind as long as
he eats my grub he's got to lay his
hands to whatever work there Is to do.
could git a niger to do the job fer a
dollar an q half. an I'm simply goin'
to save the money"
At this outburst Bob Hanks was
seen to turn his face to the door. 1t
was as red as blood.
"Oh. say Hillyer began to pro-
test, but Hanks interrupted him.
"Git that pair O. trucks back thar
an 90 to work." he said to his son,
IAN shuck off that coat an necktie.
You won't need no buttonhole bouquet
fer this job"
The young man made haste to obey.
It was as If he wanted to spare his
parent the exhibition he was making
of himself. Hanks sat down at the
stove in his usual place quite unruf-
fed.
Say" Hillyer began mildly, 81 don't
think yo're handlin' that chap rlght'
He's all right, eff you'd only treat him
like q young human bein'. I've want