Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1905-02-13

me. George"
1T wouldn't do any good" the young
man replied slowly. land might disturb
YOU little-you are so kind hearted"
II want to know, George"
"Well. / will tell you, Mr.. Hillyer
DO YOU know what is the hardest thing
on earth TO bear? 1t is to be insulted.
grossly insulted, by a man whom you
can't strike" Buckley then told all
that had taken place between him and
Telfare.
HE said that to your cried the old
man. Yes, / know what it would
mean to a proud sperit like yore'n, my
boy, an it's simply awful-awful! He's
n cowardly dog, but that don't make
YOU feel any better. Men in the northern
states don't understand how we kin
feel as we do on that line, but it's bred
in the bone with u.s."
Hillyer suddenly turned from the
room and went downstairs. His wife
heard him going out at the gate and
called to him from the veranda, but he
walked on without needing her. At
the street corner he quickened his step.
going faster and faster till he reached
the warehouse. He saw Kenner and
Hanks in the office, but he passed on
to GeOfge's room in the rear. There on
the table lay Buckley's revolver.
Thrusting it into the pocket of his
short coat he hurried out at the side
door and went up the railroad to the
iy1fn
be approached the desk and asked the
clerk for Governor Telfare.
He left on the. 8 o'clock train this
morning, Mr.. Hillyer," said the clerk.
HE had us call him at ~
Gomez" The old man stared blank
ly.
Eyes, he got off, but he'll be back
next Sunday. He engaged the best
room in the house and gave orders that
it was not to be used by any one else"
Gomez Hillyer turned and started
away aimlessly. In the hall leading to
the street he was met by Bascom
Truitt, who stopped him.
"Say, old man, what's the matter?
Sick?" Hillyer stared at him, but made
no reply. Look y here, what ails you
anyway" The old soldier placed his
hand on the merchants shoulder and
turned him into a vacant room on the
side of the hall, a room used by COM
mercial travellers for displaying their
wares to the village stOrekeepers.
Hillyer sank into chair and groaned
Truitt heard some one passing in the
! hall and closed the door.
II know some'n's wrong" he said.
"Some'n's wrong when a deacon in the
church an a man o yOre stamp goes
round white as a grave rock with a
A caliber gun in his pocket an his
teeth chatterin' on as warm day as
| this is"
Hillyer told him what had happened
to George and his own failure to meet
Telfare. He told it in an unsteady
voice, his lips quivering as he spoke.
Then, with his head down, he added:
BIAS, you know l split human blood
thirty year ago. I've prayed all them
years to git God to blot out the crime,
an yet after all that, if I'd "a met
Telfare just now, II reckon, eff he
hadn't apologized to that pore boy I'd
"a shot i'm dead in his tracks. 1 was
all upset about it, oh, my God, I'm
as bad as 1 was away back when was
young an hot bloOded!'
Truitt shrugged his shoulders. "Then
l reckon it's better fer all concerned
that Telfare went off when he did.
Now, look here, old man." Truitt bent
and took the revolver from Hillyer
and put it into his own pocket. 'YO're
entirely untitled to run round with a
loaded gun in yore pocket. You take
my advice an go back to yore store.
I'll tell you what I'll do. III study
over this an try to come to some con-
clusion what's best, then I'll come
down an see you. I'm interested in
George Buckley, an don't you let that
slide out O. yore mind in yore excite
ment. He's been a friend true an
tried to me an mine, an I'll stand to
i'm or die. Now, you go on to the
warehouse"
and when will you be DOWN." asked
the merchant
Jest as soon as 1 can see some way
Oul lue ulIuculIy, Sdiu 4EuIl
evasively. Il tell you, you are too ex
citable-you go off half cooked. That's
what got you in the trouble that yor
say has worried you so much. Why
even eff you had shot the scalawag JUS
now, you'd "a done it too quick to'vt
had any fun watchin' i'm squirm. Io
ruther see a dern coward that's wrong
ed me or mine beg fer life an to SEE
i'm die. We all die-that's common a:
pig tracks in wet weather, but only thu
dirty, sneakin' towards is afeard of it
You go on now; we are a-losin' time
I'll come down-I'll come down!
amt no anarchist, goin' round KILN
big men in Office, but that feller's go
to be tended to, an I'll study VI
some'n"
When Hillyer had gone back dow1
the railroad to the warehouse Truit
sauntered into the hotel office. "Wha
time does the next train go to Allan
ta?" he asked.
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