Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1905-03-13

ufiIvcr clicked up and was silent for
r,orant. The group bent toward him.
,..,r working features and eyes dis
tended so he told 'em all right. the
rfr was I'D. but they'd have to give i'm
fma TO work out the combination.
~ lowed he was dom it. but in
,teaI he was writin' a last word to
me He said he was tired o Twin any
bor- the world was so down on i'm,
m. -nat he'd ruther die an take a hand
IN r.ttin' a gang o. thieves steal tho
tgv.n's o. pore folks, an so he said he
r-a. coin to refuse. He said he hoped
would give the lie to the belief that
he vas dishonest beca' sc his old daddy
hal gone wrong. Thar was another
matter he writ about, but that was
s-.rrtn. I want to say. though. that
:. -ge Buckley wasn't happy; he
h..'t been happy fer long time.
rr-- are men in this world that think
.r.v are too good to mix an mingle
Q..h men o. his stamp, but I've got
sa.l n durn contempt fer that sort o.
hing that I feel like slappin' the jaws
], folks that do in this day of enlight-
anment."
Same here" said Bascom Truitt.
They were all somehow looking at
Major CranstOn. Even Hanks had fixed
him with a curious stare. The invalid
stirred uneSsily in bis chair. One Of
his pillows fell to the floor, but the
negro man behind him forgot to restore
It, Negroes comprehend the most deli
cate workings of the Anglo-SaxOn
brain, and this black creature knew
that his master had incurred the dis
pleasure of his neighbOrs. Cranston
seemed to feel that he ought to speak,
but he did not like the expressions on
the faces of Truitt and Hillyer. and
their voices had rung with accusing de-
fiance.
What do you think ought to be done,
Mr.. Hanks?" he asked.
u don't know" said Hanks. 4 don't
know"
We'll" ventured Cranston interlac-
ing his white, thin fingers, Il see no
harm i'm wiring the governor to offer u
reward for tic arrest Of the men. The
editor of the Citizen told me as l came
down that he'd publish anything free
! of charge. If the governor would of
fer 5000. or even three
"Govcrnorr' snorted Truitt. do you
| reckon I'd 90 to that cOwardly skunk
! to help in Il matter like this? Eff we
! hain't able Gere at home to stand be
! hind boy that offered his life to save
! the money O. the widows an orphans
! in this county we ort to be whipped"
Huh" CALCULATED Hanks suddenly.
give hundred dollars fer the man that
! shot George Buckley. I'll give $4,000
in cash out o my own pocket. You tell
the editor that fer me, an tell i'm the
quicker he prints it the better it'll suit
! me. Tell i'm to git out a extra an
handblls an send 'em on bosses an
trains in all directions. I'll foot the
bill" He was standing now, and his
glance was bearing down significantly
on the major. 81 never met a better
man than George Buckley. He's with
more to the community than forty
leven futed bosom ring politicians.
| Seems to me l heard some fool woman
or other say thar was a few people in
! this town that tried to hold their heads
above i'm on account O. his affection.
By gum, them sort I'd have to climb a
! powerful high mountain to look over
that boys head, an don't you forget
it."
That's the ticketv' said Truitt, fol
lowing Hanks outside.
Seems to me-" said Cranston, his
proud lip quivering as he turned to
Hillyer, that I'm being hit at. didn't
come down here to talk over my-my
family matters with anybody"
I'VE are all worked up in sympathy
for George" Hillyer said coldly. But,
knowing what l do about the hearts
O. yOre daughter an George Buckley,
1 feel like telin' you to go to the deuce
with yore notions O. family honor,
Major Cranston."
Il have not said l wanted to discuss
the matter with you" retorted the ma
jor sharply.
Il don't care whether you want to
discuss it or not" answered Hillyer.
You are blind as bat. The man you
= are trying to make yore gal marry is
a dirty. sneaking coward, an y
} why don't you tell him these
things?" broke in Cranston angrily.
He's been told twice to his teeth by
friends O mine an tuck it like a whip
: ped pup"
: You mean to tell me that Governor
/ Telfare let any man insult him without
t resenting it,"
n Yes; he was low enough to meet
t George Buckley ON yore own lawn an
5 order him away as if he had been
i dog. The boy cussed i'm fer every
,. thing he could think of, all O. which
gore brag man took like a egg suckin
e dog. After that Bas Truitt went Il
/ Atlanta an told i'm what he though
IF i'm in his own house an then pull
n ed his ears good an sound an left i'm
e That's the man you are tryin' to linl
/ to your lordly name-a man who to
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