The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1905-01-04

] 1 directly from the station on TOMS to his
rooul. IS she entered he stared
at her in surprise. for she was dressed
in black. even to her sunbonnet.
Mother be asked wonderingly,
"what hes happened:''
She did NOT answer for moment
but sat down hear his bed and folded
her bonnet in her lap.
when l heard how you was hurt
an laid up" she said presently, II writ
Mr.. H:l1yer not 10 let you know about
yore pa. He was Z sight wuss when
I got to i'm. an they didn't see no
chance fer lin to live. He's dead,
George; yore pore pas dead an bur-
led. All his trouble is over. Hes in
Gods charge now
They were both silent for moment;
then Buckley said comfortingly: "Well,
you must not griere over 1t too much,
mother. After all, it may be better as
It is"
That's so, George" she answered,
'but my heart acEcs fer i'm. He wasn't
treated right, my boy. 1t turned out
jest like I thought it mought. The
doctors up thar said his criminal acts
all come from that old hurt in his
head. After his death they made an
examination. They found at splin-
ter O. the skull had been workin' into
his brain all them years aince his fall
ofFn the wagon. 1t finally formed a
abscess that killed i'm. Oh, the doc
tors raised big fuss about it! They
told me yore pa had been treated
wuss'n dog. They said what be done
in violation O. the law was caused by
the hurt in his head an that he'd neV-
er "a touched a thing that wasn't ais
but fer that, an when I told 'em how
honorable all yore pas folks had al
ways been away back as fur as any
body could trace an how hard you
was strivin' to live the disgrace down
they all got together an writ an sign
ed q paper-Mr. Hillyer's got it-test-
fyin' under oath that yore pa wasn't
naturally a dishonest man. They say,
George Mr.. Hiilyer says he'll put
it through right away-that they are
l-goin' to sit the legislature to exhon-
>rate yore pa.
Judge Moore was in the warehouse
as I come BY, talkin' to Mr.. Hillyer, an
be come out an tuck me by the hand,
an says he, Mrs. Buckley, me n them
twelve men made a awful mistake.
AM says he, 'ef case like that had
come up in a community whar doctors
an lawyers was up to the latest notch
in new discoveries plea of insanity
would "a been made an sustained.
But says he, the twelve jurors Will
sign a paper with me, an Eore hus-
bands name will be cleared Oh,
George, it mighty nigh breaks my
heart. I lowed all them years tnat
yore pa was jest mean an stubborn an
had old Nick in i'm, while the truth
was he couldn't help hisse'f. It's goin'
TO be in all the newspapers tomorrow.
are you glad to hear it, George"
"More than anything" was the reply
In low, husky tone.
II hain't through yet" went on the
old woman, wiping her eyes. Ihey
all read Mr.. Hulyer's letter to me about
how you refused the combination to
the safe, preferrin' to die ruther than
give in, because you wanted to show
the world you was honest, an how you
was shot down an lay hoverin' betwixt
this life an the next, an I never seed
q set O. men more anxious to be kind to
a woman in afaiction. They got the
idea we was needy, an started in to
collect a lot O money, but I stopped
'em. told 'em you wouldn't like that
no, I wouldn't" said George; but
I am glad they wanted to do it."
when I got to yore pa he was too
fur gone to know me-" went on Mrs.
Buckley. II jest wish he had. was
so sorry fer him when seed how thin
an wasted he was, with the prints on
his pore ankles whar"-
She broke down and began to sob.
George Buckley sat up more erectly
"It's the way God, Providence or what
ever 1t is that rules over all has OF
managing Matters he said, his eyes
flashing rebelliously, "and, for my part,
I'm tired trying to do right. What's
the use? Why should that poor man
fall from his wagon while honestly en-
dearoring to earn living for his FAM
lily, and through that accident end his
life in a prison? That's his fate, While
such men as Telfare'-
Don't, don't, George The old
woman dried her eyes. 1T may all
seem wrong, but it hain't-it hain't!!
My faith in my heavenly father IS
brighter an it ever was. 1 don't know
exactly what 1t 'ud be fer, but !! feel
like drappin' on my knees an thanAn'
i'm at this minute. Ny heart is full
O. sadness Of G certain sort, but thar's
another feelin' that can't describe.
AS was comm on in the train I got
to imaginin' seem yore pore pa up in
heaven, whar I know be is an the fan
cy struck me that our Saviour helt the
highest place up thar, beca'se he suf-
fered the most to help others along, an
then the thought come that maybe up
thar with Their keen, spiritual eyes the
angels had seed all the good that's
growed out O. yore pas suferin', an
was giTin' i'm credit fer his Life down
mere. Thar's no tellin' what the good
may be. Yore pas trouble is at the
bottom Of all Mr.. Hillyer's done fer
you, all the kindness O them men at
the prison an the sympathy that's
foodin' this town right now, beca'se
one man was so wrongly judged. Why,
George, it may make the courts more
careful in the future, it may make
doctors study diseases better, an 1t
will make some folks ashamed fer
fer ever sneerin' at the brave son O.
such a man. George, thar's one heart
in this town that's fowln' over with
joy-ef the news has reached her.
do you think so, mother?'