Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1905-08-29

Buckley the opportunity she was look
ing for.
George. | reckon ben' young as you
are an'-an' miXin' with folks here in
Darley that hain.t never been in sech
mess, il goes harder with you than it
does with me- away out thar in the
mount aims. bet wish You wouldn't
take u $" hard. You eayn't help yore
pas doinS No. You caynt. an no
right handed folks amt Il goin TO blame
You. AS fer me, she paused an in
stant as she began TO roll her Sunhon-
net in her fat, red hands why. my
boy, | feel jest Ike Il awful load was
tuck of II ne. cayn't help it. 1t may
not be human don't know-but |
feel Jest that away. You think yore
cross is hard to bear. but fer fifteen
year I've hardly slept Il sound nights
sleep, rTpeclin' an cXpcctin' the Off
GERS O the law to ride up an hello at
the fence. An kee, IN his secrets
law, that'S the wHst Of il. fer he would
tell NE every blessed bit q devilment
he ever was in. II all began away
of,'H bliS'll edi aSo, WUtu lie leII on
his wagon an struck his head agin Il
rock. He never got over that; il made
i'm as i'll as a snake an mad at ever
body, even his best friends. George,
| want to tell you how he did once
When'~-
Don't, don't don't" the young man
cried. | know enough don't want
you ever to speak to me of his crimes
"Well. l won't. then" promised the
woman. II reckon I've heard so much
of bis doin's that 1t don't horrify me
as much as it would you. Well. I'll
60 on back. I'm goin' to Webber 4
Lands an buy him change O. under
clothes an some socks"
When she had reached the big en-
trance Of the warehouse she saw Hill
yer in the center Of the building walk
ing back and forth, his gray head hang
ing low. as if in troubled meditation.
Turning as if from sudden impulse.
she went and Joined him. The two
faced each other.
81 smelt liquor on i'm she said
tersely. II stood nigh to i'm; he's had
i'm a dram, Mr.. Hillyer."
yes he's had drink or two, Mrs
Buckley"
Wizard he git his whisky?"
lake followed i'm an seed i'm at
Hi!lhouse's bar. hain't said word
about it. 1t don't do one bit O good
to preach to a man all upset in mind
an half full at that"
NO. yo're plumb right. an nobody
kin drive George. I'm powerfully
afraid this is goin' to be his downward
start, Mr.. Hillyer'
Don't say that The words We're
spoken almost i'll a groan. and the
merchants sympathetic face seemed
wrung with inward pain. Don't say
that he repeated, under his breat'.
I'VE mustn't lose hope we mustn't O.
that
The old woman stared at the work :.
face for a moment in silence; then 81 q
asked abruptly, Mr.. HilIyer, who il
that family % eranstons that's com,
here from Nirginia:'
"Oh. you've heard o thcm?'' safe
Hillye:, taking 4 breath. major
CranStoD'S Il member of fine old
family, Il regular z f. V; lie owns
six or seven farms in this connty an
has I: lot q Investments all over the
cuun.ry. I!e moved here about six
months aga hnea So the climate agrees
With I'M, an he hain't very strong
George got acquainted with his dAugl..
ter. a pretty, Likely gal. but as proud
as d queen. an they've been good
friends ever Since. She's we'll educated
an sos he, an they get along power.
ful we'll together. Have you ever seed
'er, Mrs. B!chey:e
"Yes. once" answered the womar
IAN | never shall forget it, fer it show
ed me palmer What fine rharac..>,
George has than anything he eve?
done Thar's a lot O meddlin' folks
out at the Cove. Mr.. HilIyer. an tie
report got out that since George got
his schooln' an you tuck i'm in with
you that he was ashamed O me. They
kept this talk up, an when he got to
goin' here an yam with Lydia Gran
sion it got wuss, an some Of 'em low
ed that the girl didn't know what sort
o scrub kin George had. This got to
George somehow an one day when
was at Grove Level camp ground with
some o my neighbors, George fetched
'er out along with some o:her couples
of town folks. An when he seed ne
a-settin' in front o Mrs Fellows tent
with some moro women he fetched the
gal right no To me. He was sorter
pale an excited but he retched down
an tuck my hand an lifted me up
an says he. Miss Cranston, want
you 70 make the acquaintance o my
mother no, that wasn't it exactly
This was it, Miss Cranston, want you
to meet my mother an me n her
shook hands. 1t Was awful. Mr.. Hill
yer. I've got little more sense n a
Jay bird. an | seed through it. | seed
moreover. that while she was Il perfect
lady. she WIS Sorter set back. She got
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