The Pickens sentinel-journal. (Pickens, S.C.) 1903-1906, 1905-02-08

0H!"r WAS empty save for the clerk.
who stood behind the counter looking
over the letters in the pigconGolcd key
rack on the wall. There WAS Il big
gong overhead which was rung by pull
ing Il cord. II walls used for announce
ing meals and calling the porter. \
with wooden toothi'icI:H :Hd there was
a Sh2wca+r containing ri.:;rS. Pole
Glanced about cautiously without be-
Ing ti0ricrd by the clerk and then with
drew into tire -c@;rid"r. wh"r" Ne stood
for several minutes listening. Present.
ly the dining room >(hS2r opened. and
Wilson strollcd out and w;Nkcd III I"
the counter. >~-~>-- p.
'Nhat sort OF cigars have YOU got"
he said to the clerk.
'E"lhin% better than l0.-thrcc for Il
quarter" was the respectful reply rs
the clerk recognized the man who had
asked for the best room in the house
Wilson thrust his fingers into his vest
pocket and drew ont Il cigar. 81 guess
can make what have last me-" he
said, Transforming his glance to Pole
Baker, who had Ghambied across the
room and leaned heavily over the open
register. "Wnnt to buy any chic';ins--
fine fryin' siZc?" he asked the clerk.
"Wrll, we are in the market" was
the answer. "\Ehcrc are thcy?"
Il didn't fetch 'cm in today" said
Pole dryly. II never do till know
what they are a-brlngin'. You'd bet
ter make Il bid on Il dozcr OF en- any
,;,,,, 4
on Upper Holly creek, jest this side O.
wlar old man Bishops lumber para
disc begins"
Pole was looking out OF the corner of
his eye ut the stranger and saw his
han'l, which was i'm the net Of striking
Il match, suddenly stay itself
1--WE don't bid on produce till we
see it," said the clerk.
'Wcll, l reckon no harm was done by
my aNin'," said Pole, who felt tho eyes
OF the stranger on him.
"Do You live near hcrcT" asked vii.
son, with a smile half Of apology at
addressing stranger, even Of Pole 5
humble stamp.
"No.' Pole laughed and waved his
hand toward the mountains in thg
west. which were plainly di#ccrnihIc
In tho clear morning light "No, I'm Il
mountain shanghai. | reckon it's tif.
teen mile on Il bee line TO my shack"
"Did yon say you lived near cid Mr.,
Bishops placc?' asked Wilson. movin"
toward the open door which led TO the
vCranda.
81 Cont know which place O h!s'n
you mcnn," said Pole when they were
alone outside and Wilson had lighted
his cigar. "'rhat old scamp owns tMt
whole O creation out our way. Well
! III take that back, fer he don't OWL
| any land that hnin't loaded down witt
| trees, but he's got territory enough
Some thinks he's gon' to sccecd from
the United States an elect himself
| president OF his own country"
Wilson laughed, and then lie said
"llave you got a few minutes tc
| sparc?'
81 reckon l have" said Pole. "cl
you've got the mate to that cigar"
Wilson laughed again rs he lished
the desired article from his pocket and
! gave It and match to Pole. Then he
leaned against the heavy railing Of the
banstcrs. 81 may as well tell you,'
he said. "I'm dealer In lumber my.
self, and ia like to know what Kind OF
! timber you have out there"
Pole pulled at the cigar thrust 1t
we'll lint9 the corner Of his mouth, with
the lire q nd smok ing very near lis left
/ eye, and looked thought full. ,roa tell
you the truth, my frfcn Or iste sa Id ,S 81
rally h believe you'd be Wasths,s time TO
go over tiiar,ss,, @ &, gg$
oh, you hinis so g It ~ Il y vocal
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