The star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1908-1909, 1909-01-02

turnin' it quick. de could give you
pointers in his sleep. Tricky Gss=
Wilkins, ] lowed | was some pump
kins in that line when I started out,
but Bob beats the Jews. TaIkin' about
Jews, the boys uptown say a Teller
looked in at Bob's shebang t'other day
an started out. Thought this was the
jew store, he said. I promised my
old woman to go thar the next time |
come in town OATS vat !. Is, meia
frient,' said Bob as quick as a flash.
Mr.. Eppstein has jhust gondt oudt.
Vat can I do for your An he whirled
in an sold the Teller a big bill, jab-
BERN all the time like a drove o
geese
Then Kenner walked out to h COM
press and Hillyer went uptown to mail
some letters. Hanks took a brown
paper parcel from his desk and opened
it. 1t was five or six hard tack crack
ers and some slices of cheese: he was
always eating such things between
meals.
Il see the governors in town. be re-
marked, little p~uffs-of powdered crack
er issuing from his lips and falling like
flakes of snow on his beard.
George started. an unpleasant thrill
passed over him and his heart sank. III
didn't know IT," he said. giving Hanks
a steady stare. M sr .~
Yes. ] was at the train when the
Cranstons driv up to take i'm home
with 'em, You cayn't l'arn folks any
sense. 1 reckon fully a hundred was
crowdin' around tryin' to git a look at
i'm. An as the carriage driv along the
street a whole passle o. loafers run
after it, maxim a big to-do. They'd "a
had the brass band out. they say, ef the
majors gal hadn't put 'er foot down
on it. Mrs. Dugan come over an bic
US he was expected-she struck US
while we was at the breakfast table.
She never had no use fer me-says I
don't talk enough to suit 'er. She
never would "a let us in IN the racket
this mornin'. but she come through our
yard to make a short u through n
hole in the fence to Alexander's. Shs
said Mrs. Cranston was In fer givip
the governor a big blowou an in(
vitin' all the upper ten, but her daugh5
ter set on that, too. Mrs. Dugan lowed
it was beca'se Lydia was afeared ef hc1
ketched sight o some o the other g61s|
in the town he might transfer his It
tentions. I dunno-Tm jest tellin' yO}
what that old bag said"
Buckley did not encourage the
man to continue talking. He dipp
his pen in the ink as II to resu
work. and Hanks sauntered away The
ink dried on the pen Ia George Buck
ley's tense fingers. Finding himself
alone, he turned around and for sew
eral minutes sat staring ~vacantly in
front of him. His face was pale, his
brows drawn together.
"Oh, my God, how am I going to
face this?" he said suddenly. Il have
been a blind, stupid idiot. She has sim
ply been treating me as she has out of
pity. She'll marry that man; she'll
do it. It's the way of the world-her
world. oh, God, give me the manhood
to meet it,"
Suddenly Hillyer doomed up in the
outer doorway and came into the Office
He had heard nothing that had fallen
from the lips of his clerk, but he saw
his gloomy face. Somebody's told
i'm he thought. He started to speak,
but changed his mind and sat down,
his c-ountenance very grave. There
was one subject he had never preached
to George Buckeye subject h a the
young man a made him feel was not
to come up between them, and yet
George was the result of the old
mans sudden impulse, and he stood
near Buckley's elbow, It axed h Al
mighty fer a sign that | was on the
right road to peace o mind an got
it. | want to say to o now, my boy.
that in every prayer l send up from
this minute on I'm goin' to plead with
i'm to give you all you want in this
life.yiau5ooSou understand? All-every-
thing,'
George turned; the tensity of his fea-
lures had given place to an inexpres-
sible softness. into which q delicate
flush was rising. He laid his hand on
the old mans shoulder and smiled
I'm getting already more than l
deerve. Mr.. Hillyer," he said Don't
bother about me"
i've told you what my prayer is to
be, George; Wen see if a God as good
as ourn is won't grant it
"A fellow can stand a great many
disappointments, Mr.. Hillyer. when he
has as good a friend as l have in YOU
The old mans lower lip was CULVER
ing helplessly. Its awfuI-simply
, awful~ he said. ito want to help folks
YOU love an eayn't, an have TO stand
by with hands an feet tied. An.
George. that fellow they're all maxim
SO much over today is a low ring poll
tician without any honor or a soul Big
germ a enat's. He heads the process
sion. with his white shirt fun o dia-
mond studs. shiny broadcloth m silk
hat. an weak women fawn ON I'M an
think he's God Almighty, but I tell you
he's as empty as a bottle O. wind. Hes
goin' to make a speech to the children
at Sunday school,. an the programme
is fer 'em to decorate the altar with
flowers. | hain't a-goin', George. That
hain't what Gods house is fer, an ct
| went I'd set thai with a heart fun o
rebellion
George stared at his friend with an
EXPRESSION on his face the old maj had
never seen before. 1t contained a frank
admission of his helpless captivity 10
Lydia Cranston's charms, and yet II
reflected tense manliness-mannness
bound. bowed and beaten.
He has been counting her over a
year. Mr.. Hillyer." Buckley said under
his breath.
$50 I've heard. George ys
"She writes to him-shs mentioned
That TO nue. once. She showed me some
presents he had sent her-iowers from
MS own dollhouse and other things.
He's followed her everywhere; she ae-