Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1905-02-20
CHAPTER XIV.

NNAh hVAI udy lTullI SlOucueu III
to the warehouse finding Hill
yer and George at their desks
- working over some bills Of
hding of big shipment of cotton they
we're making to eastern mills.
"Whar on earth have you been"
iillyer asked eagerly. II sent out
iome fer you an none o. yore folks
tnowed thing about you. The truth
s, got worried. l told George l was
feard you'd gone to-
That's whar 1 went" said Truitt,
bis glance on Georges expectant face,
an the Lord went with me. l hui
Inflated that skunk, an, as fer as I'm
concerned, I'm willin' to drap the mat
er. Eff | was the man most inter
ssted I'd be satisfied"
"What did you do, Truitt" George
Fas eying htn eagerly, his eyes burn
ng sullenly.
Truitt made a detailed explanation,
leaving out nothing. He spoke of it as
it had been an ordinary business
arrangement that was finally settled
satisfactorily But" he ended, Il
never felt as mean, somehow, in my
ife. I'm sorry he wouldn't hit back.
IL be burned eff he didn't jest wiggle
an say ouch! when | twisted his year.
george, my boy, you ort not to give his
words another thought What he said
10 you was jest what a sneakin' cow
ard would say. He's got less sand in
bis gizzard IN any man l ever run
Yes. I'm satisfied" said George sim
yply.. and he extended his hand, land
m l rqgd iac Nj r :
3Hillyer told me. what he did yester-
day in a passion Wen all have to
Hfnd some way out of our troubles other
than bloodshed.'
God knows l agree with you on
that" said Uiuyer feelingly, and he
turned and walked out Of the office.
But that huin't all l done said
Truitt, leaning against Georges desk
and looking down sheepishly.
Not .allY' exclaimed Buckley.
"No..I got my foot into some'n else
Jest after / landed in town l come
down here. but you wasn't about.
Then. as | had nothin' to do an re
membered that l had promised Major
Cranston to come in an give i'm an
n estimate on movin' several hundred
acres O. tan bark on some o his noun
tain land. | went down thar He's a
sick man. They got i'm propped up in
a big chair in the settin' room, an bis
wife an daughter are nussin' him Ike
a baby. But'he wanted to see me, an
they made me come in. His gal is q
beauty, George-but you know that-an
never seed a body seem as much Wor
ried over sick pusson as she was owe
her daddy. She loves every hair o hL
old white head Whenever he'd have
a smell O. coughin' she'd actually turl
male an run fer his medicine. Wei
when | cot through with him l starte
off. but she follered me out on tn
lawn. She wanted to ak me, she said
Of I rally thought her pa looked Dad
She said she was afeard the doctor wa
keepin' back some'n' ur was behind III
times an hadn't diagnosed the cas-
right. l eased 'er all l could, laughll
at her fears tell she sorter got IN
good humor, an then in roundaool
way. fore she knowed what was o
foot. l led up to my trip to Atlanta
an"
Heavens, Truitt, you didn't tell Ut
that:" George cried.
Eyes: I had to. George" said the o
man. his eyes averted. Some say she
tbinkin' o. marryin' that man beca
her sick daddy wants her 10, an
never be satisfied eff l let woma
marry a thing like that, beheVln
was honorable an brave like her dadc
an, like somebody else l know. No;
vouId thank anybody to tell a daug
fer o. mine sech thing, an felt Ill
il was my duty
George bit his lip and stified an e
clamation of irritation, but he met q
old mans look presently with stea'
stare.
finally.
.Savq I hardly know" said Trui
..t4or face got the purtiest color 1 ev
GOOD an while was talkin' she Ike
sayin', Go on, go on, Mr.. Trultt, go OF
an right in the middle o. some thin
shed lest laugh out an kiver 'er mou
with that white hand o. her'n. but S
kept sayin', Go on, go on? an look
like she Jest couldn't wait fer me
git through. An when finally g
TO whar | lifted i'm by one o his 81
straps out O. his chair she jest hollere
No, you didn't rally, Mr.. Truitt. L
YOU do that TO the governor O Georgi;
/ told 'er certainly did, an S
laughed like she'd bust She follow
me clean to the front gate. YoQ %