The star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1908-1909, 1908-12-07

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but it wasn't a bit o. use. He's made
up his mind to send the old man off
for FIVE years"
The woman nodded slowly. well l
reckon it's as good as we kin expect,"
she said EFF it had been a fine. George
would "a had to pay it, an I'm agin
that proposition. He's worked hard to
make his little start. an it amt right
fer i'm to have to give 1t up when-Mr.
Hillyer, I've heard that pore boy beg
an beg his pa to change, an eff he's
predicted this thing once he has hfty
times
II knew that, too" replied the n1er-
chant, with a dark frown. But Geof6e
is jest so situated right now, MIS-.
Buckley, that he'd sacrifice all he ex-
poets to make in the next ten years to
avoid the disgrace O. the sentence. lie
holds his own with the biggest folks
in town, an this Is simply awful. You
know how some o. these blue-blooded
families look on a thing like this
"Jest about as sensible as they look
on most things retorted Mrs. BUCK
ley ph~ilosophically, IAN 1 don't see no
use in humorin' 'em. They may know
a mans a thief. but eff he hain't pub
licly branded they don't care. Eut
David has broke the law; thar amt no
change to be made in i'm, an I'm a1in
lettin' it hamper George, no matter
what these shallow minded a~ristocrats
think. What's botherin' me is another
thing"
"You say it is, Mrs. Buckley?" AID
the merchant stared expectantly.
Eyes. Mr.. Hillyer. George hain't got
but one weakness, an that is, once in
a long while, when he is in despair,
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trouble. I reckon he hain't fetched a
drap but once since he's been with
you"
can that was the time they threat
ened to Jail yore husband fer pennln,
up Wilson's hogs, an we succeeded In
squashin' the charge"
Yes, that was the tirne"-the old
woman pushed back her gingham poke
bonnet and looked straight into Hill
yer's eyes-"an' I am anxious to fad
out eff this thing has made him
mot yet, Mrs. Buckley" Hillver's
voice had fallen very low; it was al
most husky. but I've been that afeard
1t would start i'm off that I hain't been
able to sleep at night. He's in a awful
state O. mind, Mrs. Buckley. an when
I go back an tell i'm the judges de-
cision I don't know what he'll do. A
fine piece o. metal will bend jest so
far an then it1l break"
The I'D woman nodded again slowly
and then said: WELL, I'll go back in
side. This is a new wrinkle on rfs
It's considered right an proper fer
folks to go to the grave with Their kin,
an I reckon thar I'D be talk eff I shifk-
ed hearin' the sentence. but tell George
I'll come down to the store after
awhile"
"All right, Mrs. Buckley. I'll tell
i'm"
AS Hillyer turned toward the gate
to reach the little street which stretch
ed out, lined with cottages and brick
law offices, to the red brick freight
depot at the far end, one of the loungers
on the grass rose and slouched toward
him.
Have they sentenced Buckley yeti"
he asked. I'm a witness on that barn
burnin' case, an eff it amt a-goin' TO
be called tonight Tn a-goin' home
It's next on the docket" the lner-
chant informed him.
The mar had another question ready.
Whats cotton bringin' today" he
asked. 1--WE got a big white bale ready
fer the GIN"
"Seven and three-eighths," answered
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main t~horoughfare of the town he had
to pass several, brick stores where the
clerks and merchants stood amid the
heaps of their wares on the narrow
brick sidewalks, and many of them
asked about the Buckley trial. Hillyer
made short but considerate replies and
FASTENED past. On a corner of one of
the streets running bach to a railroad
~sidetrack, in the rear, stood his ware
house. Here he found his negro porter
busy with rafting floor trucks loading
q box car with bags of grain. The
office was a c-ommodious room cut off
in one of the corners of the big brieh
building next to the street. 1t cor
tanned q long walnut counter full of
drawers, with shelves overhead for old
ledgers, commercial reports, dusty lot
ter files and wired punches of bills, re-
ceipts and cancelled bank checks.
George Buckley, a handsome, dark
eyed young man of twenty-seven or
eight, sat on a high stool writing ina
ponderous ledger. Turning his head
seeing who it was, he removed his he4ls
from the rung of the stool and turned
round. There was a steady stare in
his eyes as he fixed them on Htllysrs
sympathetic, almost shrinking lee
"You did not succeed he s 4, ms
lips tightening.
mo; he'd already made mp hi mind.
George replied the merchant.
George Buckley turned suddenIE aa3
bent over his ledger and took M lis
pen, but he did not dip it in the Nk-
stand. Hillyer could not ser his face
but he noted that the hand holding the
pen was quivcrins. Suddenly Buckley
laid the pen down, and Hlllyer heasa
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