Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1904-07-30

| the man that sells meat at 20 cents
pound on credit an drives pore folks
j out o. house an home to git it? No,
stree, excuse me, please! The Teller
said he'd always tell 'em 1t wasn't that
| Hanks but another one that had
| conscience an believed In future tor
ment. La, me- the Teller said, 'yore
town will have to spend lot fer print
ers' ink fore it gifts over the black eye
that fust Hanks give it,"
"Bob's talkln' some about addin' on
dry goods Hanks went on to George
/ in his even tone, without the slightest
change of face. II reckon it won't be
| bad idea. He misses q lots o. trade
/ by not bein' able to fit folks up all
round. But he's got to go slow; he's
/ too headstrong. lie don't know it all
yit by a iugful."
"He ort to set around here an hear
you talk. Lib" Kenner laughed. 1--WE
rnrnt sight by listenin to yore
harangues But you cayn't Farm that
| boy thing about maxim money an
| turnin' it quick He could give you
pointers in his sleep Tricky? Geewhili-
/ kins. lowed I was some pumpkins
/ in that line when / started out, but Bob
| beats the Jews Talkin' about Jews,
the boys uptown say Teller looked In
at Bob's shebang t'other day an start
ed out. Thought this was the Jew
store he said i promised my old
woman to go thar the next time come
| In town Oats vat 1t is, mein frtent.
said Bob as quick as q fash. Mr..
Eppstein has jhust gondt oudt Vat
| can do for your An he whirled in an
sold the Teller big bill jabberin' all
the time like drove O. geese
| Then kenner walked out to the com
press and Hillyer went uptown to mail
some letters Hanks took a brown
paper parcel from his desk and opened
| it. 1t was five or six hard tack crack
| ers and some slices of cheese; he was
always eating such things between
meals.
81 see the governors in town." he re-
marked, little puffs Of powdered crack
err 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. II
didn't know it." he said, giving Hanks
steady stare
Eyes, | was at the train when the
Cranstons driv up to take i'm home
with 'em. You cayn't Farm folks any
sense / reckon fully hundred was
crowdin' around tryin' to git look at
i'm An as the carriage driv along the
street whole passle O loafers run aft
er it, maxim big to-do. They'd "a had
the brass band out, they say, eff the
majors gal hadn't put FER 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 new
er would "a let us in on the racket this
mornin', but she come through our
yard to make short cut through
hole in the fence to Alexander's. She
said Mrs. Cranston was in fer givin'
the governor a big blowout an in
with all the upper ten, but her daugh-
ter set on that too. Mrs. Dugan lowed
it was beca'se Lydia was afeared eff he
ketched sight O. some q the other gals
in the town he might transfer his at
tentions. / dunno-I'm Jest tellin' you
what that old bag said
Buckley did not encourage the old
man to continue talking. He dipped
his pen in the ink as If 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.