The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 18??-1935, 1905-01-27

| neeQ Jest 10 see EN- come up IKE they
do in cities. She's been trampiE' from
one end o. TOW to t'other tellin' folks
they won't have TO make step either
T way to git what they want fer the tn
BILE. Bob's boy II call the first thing
in the mornin' an write down what's
wanted, an up the stuff comes. He's
got some little-have you seed them
little books he's givin' away fer body
to write orders in? Oh, you have,
Well. it's a powerful good idea. No
body kin dispute Their account when
it's writ in Their own handwritin' Mr..
Hanks, as shore as yore a-settin' thar.
Bob's goin' to succeed"
Hanks looked at the fire. His eye.
usually a dead thing, held a twinkle.
or was it only the reflection Of the
flames In the chimney?
II sorter like his start" he admitted.
Il was always afeard o. the influence
o. that triiin' set o. boys he was runnin'
with, but today Bill Bogle-the wust
of the lot--drawed up chair in front
o. the door whar Sanford used to set
an white an started to take seat.
but, bless you. Bob called i'm to taw-
told i'm he wasn't a-goin' to have his
friends settin round the front o. the
store that a-way-said 1t didn't look
businesslike. an he was goin' to start
right an Sorter hew to the line. Then.
ag'in, one o. the clerks that Sanford
used to let do purity much as he liked
was startin' to light cigar behind the
show case, an Bob yanked i'm up too.
'Cayn't have no smokin' in the house.
jim, he said politely. We sell fire
crackers an gunpowder, an have to be
careful. Besides, 1t don't look right
durin business hours, an eff we was II
ketch fire an burn out we'd want to
collect our insurance without bein' ac-
cused o. carelessness.'
Yes" HiIlyer said, his amused glance
on the face of his wife, II believe Bob's
goin' to do all right. My daddy used
to think l was dead lazy beea'se ]
didn't like to chop sprouts in the mid
die o. August as well as l did to pla-
ball twice as hard, but the sprouts was
his fun an the ball game mine. This
here's Bob's fun, an the only way to
amount to a hill o. beans is to EMO.
what yo're ut. You think yo're model
business man, Hanks, but thar's as
much fun at the job you have as
playin' poker with full hand. You'd
go TO sleep sellin' supplies on time fer
anybody but yoreself. but yo're wide
awake as it is. The truth is, you never
tried to find out whar Bob's talent lay"
Hanks drew himself up. He had not
smiled during his visit, and he rarely
made concessions. He did both now
rather sheepishly.
"Well, I've come over to tell you that
I'm goin' to take up that note" he said
What note is that?'
''Why, the one Bob give you. / rec
kon I'm able to stand the-the resk as
well as you are"
WELL" and Hillyer smiled again at
his wife, Il think you've got lot O
gall to come tell me thing like that
When did ever ask you to give up a
good loan TO meT'
II think so myself" Joined in Mrs.
Hillyer, who had caught her husbands
drift. why, Mr.. Hillyer was jest say
in t'other day that it was mighty nigh
to put money out whar it
I'D be safe an draw any sort O inter
est, an Bob's got a good payin' cash
business
Hanks shrugged his shoulders. His
small smile had vanished; he looked |
shrewd.
Il reckon I'll have to give Bob the
then. an tell i'm to pay it OF. |
don't want i'm to be OWN anybody"
"Oh. that's entirely a different mat
ter" smiled the merchant But you
kin bet | amt a-goin' to transfer any |
note without KNOWN how it would |
suit my customer
AN that's nothln' more'n fair" said |
Mrs. Hillyer as Hanks rose and start
ed to leave.
The next morning at the warehouse
Hanks seemed somewhat preoccupied.
Presently in a lul in business and con-
versation he turned to Hillyer. IL
mentioned that note to Bob this morn
in at breakfast, an what you reckon
he said? HUH
How do l known replied the mer
chant.
Hanks opened the door of the stove.
a cigar in his hand, and began to look
for coal of fire. 1T sorter fiustered
i'm. hut he finally said that he believed |
he'd rather not take my offer; that he
wanted to sorter work out his own sal
vation What do you think O. that|
Hillyer shook his head. a pleased ex-
preston on his face. He made no re-
ply, but Kenner spoke up. THE boy
don't intend to AK you no odds. Lib"
he said. IAN | glory in his spunk."
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