The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1904-10-26
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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 a few minutes. Then three
young men, fsultlessly 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 a
uifin' gang, but I'll bet Bob feelstlike
crawlin' in a hole an pullin' the hole
in after i'm"
George Buckley stood down on the
foor, 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.
"I wonder what he's goin' to- be
gan Kenner.
"Goin' to scatter them fools, l reck-
on said Hillyer angrily. can he
ort, the blasted idiotsr'
Hanks had observed and heard, but
he smoked on as if unconcerned.
Kenner rose and went out. BE came
back in 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" be said in an unsteady voice.
''By gum, he's man, 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 q little
exercise with the trucks as it will Bob
to be oolstered up in his ways by what
George is a-doin'. The Lord knows
you'll all ruin the boy among you. I
don't care how much work George does
fer me. I'll save dollar and half.
He can't make me feel cheap by that
sort O trick
Kenner did not seem to be listening.
With bis eyes on Hillyers sympathetic
face be 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. I tell you, you old stick in the
mud"-to Hanks+'I'll bet any other
daddy but you'd "a made man out o.
that mateSIl Bob told me once that
he wanted to 50 in business fer his
SET Why don't You try i'm"
TRY i'm" said Hanks indiferently.
who tried me. wonder? had to
shift fer myself, an eff I've accumu-
lated anything it has been by my own
efforts Eff anybody had set me up in
business at that boys age I'd never
been wuth 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 a daddy was
goin' to die an leave you whole lot
.o' money, an'-hold on. I'm not
through"-as Hanks was about to
speak-"an' a whole community tellin'
you you mustn't lay yore hands to
menial labor. Yore daddy, from what
1 hear, made you pull bell cord over
q 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 a
stranger put up at Lib's house one
night, Mr.. Hillyer, an Lib was standin'
up before the fire warnin' hisse'f All
at once Lbs nanny said, Henry,
thar's coal O. fire under yore foot
an Lib looked up, as lazy then as now,
an asked, In his slow way, Which
foot, map"
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
be paused, and, coming back, he leaned
on the back Of chair toward Hanks.
''You know how to take my fun, Lib"
he said, just touch Of apology in his
tone. 'tYou see, used to have jest
sech a gang as Bob's society crowd to
contend with" kenner laughed. It
was plain he had more to say in spite
Of the pressure Of business.
when I growed up it was wuss, if
anything, than now. 1t was jest after
the war, when nobody had anything to
put on style with, an everybody want
ed to make a good show to keep from
lookln' beat. Among the youns men
in this place thar was some Of US that
Jest naturally would work, an a pile
Of 'em that didn't seem to know how,
an US that knowed how seemed tokeep
up the rest, fer they was eternally
a-borrowin' our cash an never dream
In O. replacin' it. I remember thar
was one young feller, Fred Dinslow,
that kept my pocket change down to
low ebb. 1t went on so long that I
got to prayin' over it, an finally got
the courage to put my foot down. I
kept tellin' i'm I didn't have it. he
knowed I did, an so did I, but could
tell i'm that better'n anything else,
beca'se he hated to dispute my word,
as bad as I hated to refuse i'm my
wages. Me n him was a-roomin' to-
gether, an one day niger, Alf
Hardin, begun to banter me to sell i'm
a light overcoat I was about through
with, an I laid it out fer i'm. Well,
Fred noticed it a-lyin' out on the table,
an axed me what was a-go1n' to do
with 1t. I told i'm I was a-goin' to
sell it to Aft Hardin Ne n Fred was