Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1905-09-03

i was n!ieQ Win mountain WaK-
ons Those which contained
chestnuts. ginseng. fruit. chickens.
eggs. butter oi' smoke cured bacon had
white canvas covers over teen. tie 9th
ers were cotton wagons. ',pon which
the great. tu!.in bales We're hcHl,rd.
The years crop was abundant. and lit
tie of the product had been stained in
the bell. for &c rii,eninS period had
been dry and blessed with sunshine.
As Hil!yer was abou; to enter the
front Gocr cf the warehouse after
breakfast R&s:om Truitt slcuchc.l to-
ward him from group around Il little
canI ire letW'en two cotton wagons.
jerking Lis l.s; thumb owe: lis si1"'ii
dor and ii;ei .i,G up Lis s,1sl,ender
less tronaers 1t tie waist. he drew the
merchant to e.ip side
Heard HID ouse say you was ou;
lookiH fer George last night he be-
gan awkwart:i:. an I lowed thard
be no harm in Vim n word with YOU.
FLATS all RIGHT 'twixt me N George.
squire He told lie jest now he never
knoWed what he was about :li that
he's sorry ShuCks. he never hurt i!e.
Mir Iillyer. Besi;.es. I'd let that chap
maui me il: the face as mlch as he
likes after the friend he's been 70 ,'etf
Eff he's done II" hey one fave: i.e las
a huaArcd. My w:fc feels .i:%t Ike
do about George. an ef size W:.s Is hear
I'd got i'm in trouble over Il lttle shin.
like tiiat last IL; ht she'd qujt me
so thar Won't be no charge asin
i'm them" ss K! il.lIter in relief.
Not d bit" SAID the nlo1ntaineer, I'M
consciously s.ro...::S thc jaw Georee
Buckley hats bruised the night before
'"Fhe marshal cu:re TO ine ie@; now an
axcd ne Ct wanted TO make 4 case.
an told 'iil he Was crazy, that me II
George was jest pIayin' an some o
them dern niggers lowed We was fus-
sin"
I'm glad you feel that way, Trultt
said Hillyer. and he went into the of
fee, sat down at his desk and began
to read hi, mail
Two citizens of Darley made the
warehouse their business headquarters.
using the desks without pay. Henry
Hanks, a tall, lank, married man about
hfty-five years of age, had desk in
one corner Of the office. He wore
long brown beard. was dyspeptic, vel
low skinned and nervous. He was
Confederate veteran who had after the
war, developed Il surprising capacity
for making money out of the unforti
nate section lie had bravely fought toi.
He was a We'll to do note shaver, and
sold farmers their yearly supplies at
an enormous profit. Anything from d
cooking stove to Il yoke of oxen was
considered good security when once &c
Scribed in the Iron Clad mortgage
note Of which he was the inventor. He
never wore vest, and the pockets of
his thin coat We're always bulging with
notes and accounts which he carried on
his person to have them ready at ii mo-
ments notice when he ran across de-
nnQuent. The other citizen was jim
kenner, jovial cotton buyer, bach
elor about forty-five years of age, who
was the very life of the little circle.
When he had business to transact he
could be as long faced and serious as
any one else; but even then his humor
was apt to blbble up and burst ut the
very moment no enc was expecting 1t.
His chief amusement was in teasing
Hanks, whom he sarcnstically called
Old Liber::lity," or Lib for short.
He spoke with a whine that always
ended in raspng laugh that was very
infectious. Hanks had never been
known to smile, and yet Il close observ-
er would have seen that. in his own
way, he seemed to enjoy all his asso-
GATES levity. 1t was Il chilly day and
there was Il good fire in the long wood
stove and the two men bent over it.
George Buckley sat on his high stool
at his desk at work on his big ledger
Say, George" whined Kenner, as he
threw cigar stump under the stove
and leaned back in his chair. Ibid you
ever hear that tale Bill Cover is a-teli
In on Lib. al3oUt his burn ont when he
used to be il tie junk busness?'
George smiled inuulgently and sait.
without looking round,- that he had
not
Lib made his start in the junk busi-
ness down at the fur end O. the street.
said kenner. ".IeSt after the surrender
thar was a lots O. scrap iron an the
like lynn around, an he made money