Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1904-08-05

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backs yore judgment I wonder what
..rnmer thinks nOw."
Both he and Hanks are urging me
to get you to SELL" replied the young
man.
We'll. you kin bet l won't till YOU
tell Inc to on yore judgment"
well, l can't do that yet, Mr.. Hill
yer"
Then George saw the old man push
back the letters on his desk, half OF
which he had not opened, and low
stifed groan escaped his lips. Buckley
got down from his high stool and went
and leaned over him.
HAS anything happened since left
you, Mr.. Hillyer-anything to-upset
you"
The merchant gave him q steady
look. mo. cayn't say anything has
happened-anything, at least, like you
mean-but my thoughts have happen
ed. George. Fer about hour after
you left me out in the woods I was
jest too happy fer anything, but after
awhile 1 got to thinkin'. I got to won
derin' what was 80 happy about, any
way. an the thought come to me like
lick from a club in the dark that II
was jest beca'se / lowed / was goin
to escape the consequences O. my deed
without undoin' 1t. George, cayn't
never-never-never give back that
boys life, an he had as much right to
it as l have to the content I'm prayin'
fer right now. Huh! What difference
does it make toto the dead how much
good Hank Williams an other folks
believe I'm a-doin'? How do l know
Lynn Hambright hadn't ruther be
alive than fer me to be doin' any
thing"
Buckley found himself unable to
make any reply adequate to the situa'
ton. Different thoughts suggested
themselves, but he discarded them one
by one. Something made him think
that the old man would like to be
alone, and he took his hat and went
out. AS he did so Kenner came into
the office with some samples Of cotton
In his hands and threw them into
huge pile that lay like snowdrift In
one corner Of the room.
"I've Jest dropped on to some'n' l
don't exactly like" he said, standing
behind the merchant
Hillyer looked up indifferently.
: "It's about George" said Kenner.
"You say it ISL" Hillyer frightened
vislbly. What about him?"
The cotton buyer sat on the corner
Of Hillyer's desk and swung one Of his
slim legs to and fro. George Buck
ley stands all right In the society O. this
town." he said, "but the boys at sort
O. turnin' point, Mr.. Hillyer. Joe Drake
an some more young men Is organ
izin' q club. It's Major Cranston's
idea. an the majors contributed SO
to help 'em fit up the room. The list
O. charter members was lyin' on the
show case at brakes drug store,
an looked Mt it. Georges name
wasn't on it. I'm sure it was jest a.
oversight. but l don't exactly like the
idea O. havin' George left out O any
thing jest right now. Some busybodies
mought make capital out Of 1t. DO you
see what mean?"
Hillyer understood. and he nodded
knowingly as lie rose to his feet. The
cloud had left his face.
"You stay here, Jim." he said. I'm
goin' uptown an look at that list"
He found Joe Drake busting the bot
ties OH his shelves. and he turned to him
respectfully.
Anything can do for you. Mr.. Hill
yer?" lie asked.
The old man smiled genially. "I've
got a crow to pick with you boys" he
said. "fer not callin' on me fer dona-
ton to that club you are a-gittin' up
among you. I'm interested IN boys
Il used to he one-an' l want to see
'em have all the fun they kin git"
well. we certainly will take all you
want to give us, Mr.. Hillyer," the
young man laughed. '"The fact Is, we
haven't called on a soul. Major Gran
ston"--
"Well, you can put me down fer a
hundred" said Hillyer, as he took up
the list of names on the show case and
ran his eye over them.
fhof dn
you. squire"
"Yes. do. Why, you have left
Georges name off, as shores preachin'!'
The druggist flushed as he took the
sheet and glanced at 1t with waver-
ing eye. Then he managed to bring
out: "The truth is, squire, some OF
the boys thought perhaps George might
not care to join anything Of this kind
now. You see, he hasn't seemed to want
to go out much since-since the old
man was arrested, and"-
Hillyer put his hand on brakes
shoulder and smiled. THAT'S just why
want him In this at the start" he
said. "rhen lie kin 60 whenever he
wants to. You put his name down;
I'll be responsible. Put me down fer the
hundred, too, an, eff that amt enough,
YOU know whar I do business"
"All right, Mr.. Hillyer," responded
the young man. "and we are very much
obliged to you"
Huh" said the merchant to himself
as he turned down the street with a
lighter step, "a feller's got to keep his
eve peeled these days. Eff this hadn't
been fixed it mought "a hurt Georges
feelin's. Kenner's the right sort. He'll
Joke an carry on, but a body kin