The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1904-10-26

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| ing week when Kenner came
in from the postof1ce. the mornings
mail in his hands.
"Wheats gone e-whizzin'," he said
'It's Sl.10 in the shac-away above
high water mark. Take q fools ad-
| vice, Mr.. Hillyer, an git out while you
; kin. I've got Georse's interest at heart
Che same as you have. an it's better
fer young men to 80 slow an be on the
| safe side"
HIlyer smiled broadly and rubbed
| his hands together with an air Of in
tense satisfaction. You were jest as
badly ratified when it hadn't reached q
dollar" he said. Now, you let George
alone. Ef Pm willin' to resk his judg-
ment, with plenty O scads behind the
investment, why can't your
Kenner shrugged his shoulders and
| made no reply. George was coming in
at the door. "Hello. young Gouldr'
the cotton buyer cried out jovially.
"Are you weak at the knees?"
~Oh, you mean wheat" said Buckley
| indifeently as he went to his desk.
s@That's Mr.. Hillyer's affair"
'fNo, it .hatn't, my boy, not by a Jug
full" said Hillyer, almost tenderly.
'eYore 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 ose'printed reports like Ken
ner has. Ny opinion Is that it has
gone higher since that circular was
sent out"
"Higherw exclaimed Kenner, with a
cold smile Of deriaon. "My boy, you
are actin jest Ike every young specu-
lator that ever grabbed the whip an
Jumped In the arena. You never let
go till the back, action sets in, an then
down you scoot Hike an avalanche"
Ei1lyer's next remark surprised Ken
| nr.
That's jest what I have done, my
boy. I don't say I intend to sell, but I
wired Jacobs & Co. fer the'r best offer
on my wey down"
Just then a messenger boy came in
with telegram. Hillyer opened it
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 Sl1211a," 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"
Hi1lyer was gazing at George with a
hearty smile on his face.
s'What do you think we ought to 90,
my boy" be 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. "rd real
~ rather not have the responsibility OF
as biz thing as this IS entirely on
me-"
y"Well,'' said Hillyer, you won't
mind tellin' me what you would do ef
it was all yore affair"
tIf it were NINE" answered George,
ard hold awhile longer"
'sThat settles it." cried Hillyer, and
he turned to write an answer to the
telegram.
a few minutes later Hanks came in
with his son Bob, well dressed young
| man past twenty years Of age. The
, young man paused in the outer room,
an expression of deep embarrassment
| Oh his face.
s.Has that car O. meet fer me been
sideracked?" 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:"
"Yes; Bo5's goin' to do it."
The whole room stared in SSmpa-
thetic astonishment
"You say he is?' Hillyer got out IN
der his breath.
Eyes; I'm goin' to show him an his
| mother that rule the rocSt 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,
an I've made up my mind as long as
he eats my grub he's got to lay bis
hands to whatever work there is to do.
could git a niger to do the job fer
dollar an 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 60 to work" ne said to his son,
"an' shuck of that coat an necktie.
You wont 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," Eillyer began mildly, 81 don't
think yo're handlin' that chap right
Hes all right, eff you'd only treat him
like young human bein'. Eve want
ed to speak to you about that boy
long time I like Bob, I cayn't help
It Why, hang it, he's Jest natural!
he don't know how to get down to
work. Hes been fetched up in this
gtd6y set o young folks, an he feels
bis fodder. When you DO put I'm at
work you put i'm at some menid en-
psoyment that makes all the boys In
town laugh at him, an no boy with
any pride ct all can stand that. An
thetrouble Is he's ashamed Of the way