The star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1908-1909, 1908-12-08
CHAPTER II.
4 I was now about shutdown. and Hill
yer started home. He passed the

I was now about undown n Hill
yer started home. He passed the
postof1ice, went into the little
building, looked absently into his lock
box, and then, taking a street that led
past the town park and several of the
most prctentious churches, he soon
reached his house. which was a two
story brick building with an old-fash-
toned white veranda and an L. The
house, like many others in the place.
stood on a big lawn shaded by large
oaks. ~magnolias and mulberry trees.
A wide walk bordered with stunted
rose bushes of some cheap variety and
covered with gravel reached from the
gate to the steps. Along the sid fence
was a row of b%ee-hives, and frisking
about in the yard was a young calf.
Mrs. Hillyer was in the sitting room
with her niece, a rather plain girl of
thirty, Miss Hortense Snowden, who
had been living with the Hillyers since
the death of her parents, twelve months
before. They both rose at the sound
of the merchants step in the wide, un-
carpeted hall, and when he had entered
they stood waiting for him to sit down !,
before resuming their seats at the open
fireplace, in which some dry hickory
logs on old fashioned brass headed dog
irons were cheerfully ablaze, furnish
ing the chief light of the shaded room
We'll, anybody would know from his
looks how the case came Out, " said Mrs,
Htllyer as she sat down and spread
out her calico skirt. AN eff il had a
been dark | could "a read the news in
5he1mEay he put his feet down In the
hall" She was a short, cheerful look,
ing woman past fifty. Her eyes werh
almost black. very keen. and they
flashed at all times with a merriment
that seeind al much a part of her as
electricity Is a part of an electric bat
terry. Her hair was abundant and red
dish brown and fell in i~ntractable
waves over her brow and ears.
YES, it not only went clean agin the
old nan but Judge Moore p'intedly re-
fused to cut it down to a fine Hill
yer's voice had a tone of deep dejec-
ton as he said this, and he kept his
eyes on the fire.
AN / kin SEQ you mighty nigh had
a spasm over it, replied Mrs. Hillyer.
"Lawsy me, eff l never found anything
to worry about till / worried over the
just punishment leveled on the head
o. that old scamp I'd go to my grave
without a gray hair or q wrinkls.
That's the trouble with you an George
both. You arc not carryin' out thef
S~criptural injunction not to kick agin
the pricks. ! don't know exactly what
the good book says about it. I disre
member. In fact. I don't know that |
ever run acrost it in print myself, but
you bet it's thar. My father. who eat
slep' with the Bible in his hand,
used to always keep sayin'. when folks
continually ~a-complainin', Don't
kick agin the priclIs.' An he was right,
Eff you set down on a board with :
tack in it, the harder you set the more
tack you git. an that's SO with life.
It's full of lacks. an don't you forgit 1t,
The Lord put old Buckley in Jail to
keep i'm in a bunch of his kind. so the
wouldn't root around among good
folks so much to keep up with I'm.
but Oh, no! You amt a-goin' to
put up with ii. an right now yore face
is sour enough lookin' TO Spite cream
in the middle of December"
81 was thinkin' about George" said
Hillyer softly. TITS mighty nigh kill
in i'm"
That's so, Aunt Martha spoke up
Hortense Snowden. TITS awful on
him. Why. just think of it. The best
people ia barley receive him and like
him. He was rising rapidly, but a
thing Ike this. as proud and sensitive
he is, will almost kill him
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