The Pickens sentinel-journal. (Pickens, S.C.) 1903-1906, 1905-08-16

1 at the side Of the warehouse
was filled with mountain wng-
ons. Those which contained
ginseng, fruit, chickens,
eggs. butter or smoke cured bacon had
white canvas covers over them, tho 9th.
ers were cotton wagons, upon which
the great, bulging bales were heaped.
The years crop was abundant, and lit
tie OF the product had been stained in
the boil. for the ripenlng period had
been dry and blessed with sunshine,
AS IIlllycr was about to enter the
front door Of the warehouse after
breakfast BnScom Truitt S,Ouched to-
ward him from Il group around Il little
campfire between two cotton wagons.
jerking his long thumb over his Ahoul-
der. and hitching up HIS >n,Spcnder-
less trousers Mt the waist, he drew the
merchant to one side.
"Hcard Hillhouso say you was out
lookin' fer George lust night" he be-
gan awkwardly, "Rn' I lowed thard
be no harm in hAvin' II word with you
That's all right 'twixt me N George,
squire. lie sold me Jest now he never
knowed what he was about an that
he's sorry. Shuclis! he never hurt me,
Mr.. I1illycr. Besides, I'd let that chap
maui me In the face as much as he
likes after the friend hos been to jeff
Ef he's done my boy ona favor he has
hundred. My wife feels Jest Ike
do about George, an ef she was to hear
ia got I'm in trouble over little thing
like that last night she'd quit me-"
$50 thar wont be no charge agin
i'm. thenw said IIillyer In relief.
Not bit," said the mountIneer, I'M
consciously strolling tho jaw George
Buckley had bruised the night before.
The marshal come TO me Jest now an
nxed me ef l wanted to make Il case,
an l told i'm he was crazy, that me m
George was Jest playin', an some O.
them dern nlggers lowed we was fus-
sim"
I'm glad you feel thnt way, Truitt,"
said Hillycr, and hc went into the Of
tice, sat down at his desk and began
to read his mail.
Two citizens @of Dariey made the
warehouse their business Headquarters.
using tho desks without pay. Henry
dfty-hYe years of age, had desk in
one corner Of tho office He wore a
long brown beard, was dyspcptic, yel-
low skinned and nervous. He was q
veteran who had, after the
war, developed Il surprising capacity
for making money out Of the unfOrtu-
nate section he had bravely fought fors
He was we'll to do note shaver, and
sold farmers their yearly supplies at
al enormous profit. Anything from n
cooking stove to n yoke Of oxen was
good security when once de-
,cribed in tho '1ron clad" mortgage
lote Of which he was the inventor. He
never wore vest, and the pockets OF
ais thin coat were always bullying with
notes and accounts which he carried on
MS person to have them ready Mt mo-
inquent. The other citizen was jim
kenner, jovial cotton buyer, bach
elor about forty-five years Of age, who
was tho very life Of the little circle.
When he had business to transact no
could be az long faced and serlous} ag
any one else; but even then his humor
was apt to bubble up and burst ut tho
very moment no ono was expecting it,.
Ills chief amusement was In teasing
Hanks, whom he sarcasticaiiy cuiiett;s
"Old Liberality," or lib" for short,
He spoke with whine thQt always
ended In rasping laugh that was very
Infectious. Hanks had never been
Inown to smile, and yet close observ-
II would have seen that, in his own
vay. he seemed to enjoy all his asso-
iates lcvity. 1t was Il chilly day and
here was a good fire in the long wood
tove. and the two men bent over it.
'corge Buckley sat on his high stool
t his desk at work on his big ledger.
"Say, George" whIned Kenner, as he |
lrew a cigar stump under the stove
nd leaned back in his chair. "Did you
yer hear that tale Bill Cover ts a-tellt
a on LIB about his burn out when he
sed to be In the junk business3" J.
Ge%ge smiled indulgently and said,
Without looking round, that he had |
lot.
lib made his start In the junk busi-
ness down Mt the fur end O the street" |
said iSenrer. jest after the surrender