Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1904-07-29

| Hillyer looked as if he were on the
verge Of a nervous collapse. Il don't
know what to do" he said in plain
! tive voice, land we've jest got to act"
| "Oh. If you feel uncertain about 1t, !"
said Buckley, why not simply ask
YOUR bankers in New Orleans to NIKE
a cash transfer and wire you when it
! Is closed n
"Of course" gasped Hillyer. That's
the very thing. I'll run up to the tele-
graph office
George followed him to the door and
detained him i'll the sunshine on the
sidewalk. is there anything wrong,
Mr.. Uillyer?" he questioned in much
concern.
For moment the old man gave him
an almost frantic stare.
IL know you think I'm crazy" he
said, but / can't be calm when so
much is at stake. 1t seems to me,
George. that eff this thing falls through
without gain I'm lost forever. No;
thing after awhile. Put them fellers
off the track; tell EN- anything. 1t
amt none O. Their business nohow."
Il actually believe the old mans off
his nut little, George" said Kenner.
"Don't you think So Lib?"
How do l know? p said Hanks, rous-
ing himself from the contemplation Of
some matter of his own.
That's fact" retorted the cotton
buyer. Couldn't expect one cracked
man to Judge the cdse Of another"
George went to his desk, obviously to
write letter, but he did not go to
work. He was, indeed. much con-
cerned over the conduct of his en-
ployer. And then thrill of horror ran
through him. Perhaps Hillyer had
been specializing recklessly and was on
the verge of ruin. And to such an ex
tent did this fear lay hold Of his mind
that he found himself all at once TAX
ing the most gloomy view Of the affair.
Perhaps the old man had allowed his
broad sympathies to draw him into
heavy Endorsements for other people
until his entire business depended on
the outcome Of the venture In wheat.
Perhaps--George's heart sank lower
perhaps all the wheat in question was
under heavy mortgage at that very
moment, and it was for that reason
Hillyer doubted a prompt payment.
Presently Hillyer came back, his face
haggard, his manner still highly nerv
Gus.
II sent the order to our bankers" he
said, and then he sat down at his desk.
George, closely watching him, saw him
draw sheet of paper to him and dip
pen in the ink well, but he did not
write. Kenner went out to the COM
press on hearing the gang OF negroes
loudly laughing at some mishap. and
Hanks slouched after him. Hillyer
looked about the room and observed
that he and George were alone, but he
said nothing. Half an hour passed,
then telegram came. The old man
took 1t with quivering fingers and
opened it. It fell duttering to his feet.
The gray head went down. George
signed for the telegram and sent the
boy away.
w uut Is IL AC uShCN LAO ShAPASsNAs
a cold fear over him.
Hillyer looked up. Jacobs & Co.
want thirty days." he groaned. George.
I felt it comm It's Gods sign to me-
I'm q damned soul Lynn Hambright
is at the THRONE directing my over
throw. Thissthing settles me. met |
his old mother up the street yesterday.
She looked me right in the face and
did not speak. l knowed then that
something was going to happen
George could say nothing at all. He
laid his hand on the old mans shout
der, but finally removed it and went I
back to his desk. Surely Hillyer was
losing his mind After all, what man
could keep his mental balance under
the assure that had been on him all
those years.
George, I'm in an awful Ak" The
merchant rose to his feet and stood
near his clerk.