Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1905-09-01

amt it, H%ed i'm. No SAID he ~
iiain't n@:ia0' O the sort Ef you'N
quit rU1hin L every minute in Tie day
an step 'hinkin' atout if. it'll go away
in a week felt as light as a feather
when left Mn. but it wasn't twenty.
four hours fore had some otl.er all
ment
Il was always lookin' fer the Lord
to show designs agin me. Fer one
thing, no children come to me n Mar
tha, an l interpreted that as meanin'
that. sence Id put Life out O the world.
| shouldn't fetch it in. Most married
folks worry when they hain't got some
offspring, but il worried me powerful
| never seed a happy child or a proud
mother an father without feeiin' th,
Lords rehHkc. oh. George. George,
I've led re most awful life that WAS
ever led by d human bein. it seems to
mean | Kept ii All to myself. snilin
along Wit. lie rest. an tryin' to tiud
some lo0pi0ie Of escape. Now hes
wAar YOU come n. AN youli think it
odd. but I've started in 10 eNp59iu IN
full. an I'm gein' to do it. You knaW
| used T. Hass we're pas F!aee pretty
often. gein, 10 ny riNc'=lHill al, faEm
an. at tie Mill Frequently seed -
comm on Tat sW"yHaeNed I'D l.af"
a-sltatidle ef rVre b9@ o sheile COR
hale.ooted even III winter With y9"e
hands, an foct cracked Wtth the csst-
1t WAS common report about 10 =,
y0u was treated jy Eere dadeN att
What a 8WfHI character he had. My
bt you lcWcmi}er the talk me = f}
had. an low Sou told He #0~ aa&i4a'
YOU was 10 1T setoelin an boe.s
That was tie fllst DAY after my trtn,e
that g0t beam of s'5irtuJl iig:1 Ii
cone all over ne like 4 fash tlat Il
could take You out'n Nore deeratiati9G
an raise YOU to q respectable usefGf
place i'll life | could atone in part f"r
what I'd done. Do you remember ti.dt
day, George?
George Buckley started. raised his
eyes from the floor in sharp stare at
the hagGard face before him and Said;
Yes sir, remember that day.
well. l couldn't git away from the
idea. AS l say it was the fust bit Of
light I'd had. The following winter
YOU remember my proposal Somehow
was even then afeard you'd re1ds
but YOU went off to school. An, then
the weight and bitterness of my heart
seemed to essen. for every report had
was glorious. You stood head: YOU
made the best speeches: you had ihe
most friends among teachers AN pupils.
Oh. George, George, you don't Know
what it meant to me; you seemed to be
totin' me out of Il rtshin rivera river
rlishn' toward he'll. Then you know
about the Job | give you here after you
/ graduated: every dollar yen laid up AN
property invested was proof to me that
Goa had heard my long prayer an was
anSWerin' it in his own way. | was
| ll.ttin' into life a man fer one | had
tick out Only one hitch occurred. an
/ that was when they threatened yore pa
with arrest fer penn.n up them hogs.
Then you got desperate an started III to
drnkin' But we s4uaSiled that, an it
won't on smooth again till this-tIls
l.te matter And now--oh, George, III
afeard-l'm afeard the Lord or the
devil or both combined, have been
leadin' Dle through all this road O
promise Jest in order to let me fail the
harder I've come here tonight to pray
to yOu-yes, to you--to save me. If you
90 down, do too. Now you see what
it all meant an what it means to me.
I'm in yore hands, my boy AS God $
agent, you hold me in the palm o yore
hand,
The old mans voice broke. He made
an effort to say something more, Dtit
choked llp, and. with his gaze on the
jagged rug in front of him, he sat gate
motionless except for his heaNinS
shoulders. George Buckley bent for
ward, his hands tightly claspin;. each
other Without a word he rose and
went with Il steady step out into the
darkness of the warehouse. EI.Ner
heard his crunching tread as he walk
ed back and forth over the grain
strewn floor, and he knelt beside tie
bed and tried to pray the prayer that
had rung in his cid brain for thirty
wears, but somehow the worn words
| feIuSeu 10 cOlile. 1eOISC DUMMY . ~
lence was against him. His long de,
layed doom lurked in the dark silence
of the great house, and in moment
George Buckley would calmly bring il
forth and show it to him Suddenly
from the darkness he heard a stiAed
cry as Of pain; then heavy we 2ht
went down-GeOrge Buckley had faH
en- cold sweat broke out on the
merchants face He feared he knew
not what, but he feared. Was h =
doom about to show itself in a more
tragic shape than he had ever drealnH
of it's taking? He stood up and slow.
crept rather than walked to the doc
of the room Standing there, he foun
! his voice and cried out:
George. are you hurt?'
His voice rang harshly through t.
t big room There was no answer.
"George' George! Are you thar.
Still no response.