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

afternoon the merchant was
calmer; his step was light and
his eye shone with subtle tri-
umph.
81 reckon you ort to be sorter chip
per- Jim Kenner remarked as he sat
looking at him in mild wonder. you've
made a fortune out o. that deal. Have
you figured on it yit?'
Some" Hillyer smiled,
That means me an Hanks amt
a. goin' to be let into the secret Ken
ner laughed. lib. amt me an you
pretty fools to set around her takin'
in a few nickels an dimes when them
two is jerkin' in Doodle from every
pint o the compass? AS fur as I'm
concerned, I'm a salaried man an got
no Wall street aims, but eff | was a
hardened Spectator like you I'd crawl
in a hole.
then moved to Georges desk and leaned
on 1t.
Listen, everybody: Lbs goin' to
speak," said Kenner, with a grin.
The room was quiet. Outside the
compress was goaning. There was a
ringing of hammer and anvil as the
negroes beat out the iron ties and ad-
justed the ron buckles. Hanks leaned
closer to George. He had a way OF
making brief disclosures to Buckley
that he made to no one else. If he
had heard a word that had passed in
The office no one could have told it
from his manner George he said
in his drawing tone. IT don't exactly
like the way Bob is throwin' away
money advertiser in the newspaper,
That sort o. pace will ruin any man
alive
did you everi" exclaimed Kenner
"What on earth has Bob an his adj
vertisin' got to do with certain. MEM
bers o. this gang maxim a sudden for
tune? By CAD. eff Lib was standirl at
the gates O. paradise an he seed an ac-
quaintanee o. his on the way in, he'd
AK i'm to stop an give i'm a ehaw o
tobacco"
Hanks's face did not alter; his eyelids
did not flicker. He was waiting for
George to reply. But Buckley was
quietly laughing over his ledger.
Il vas lookin' over his books this
mornin'." said Hanks, oblivious ever to
Georges merriment. He's paid that
trifin' galoot that runs the County Re-
porter 500 in the last month fer that
half page ad. that comes out once a
week. It'll ruin anybody on the face
q the earth"
Look here, Lib and Kenner rose
and touched Hanks on the arm, 'tyo're
as green as q pourd vine when it comes
to some things Now. jest 10 show
o that Rob's got brains. an got fem
from his mammy's side o the house,
I'll tell you his Six wagons o. produce
an cotton come here last Sat'day from
beyond the Tennessee line. | got the
cotton, an Bob got the produce an
loaded the wagons with groceries fer
enough profit to pay fer his adver-
tisin' fer a year. I reckon. TIN al
ways anxious TO learn. Of I do live in
the backwoods. an | axed the head
man o. the gang how in tho thunder
he happened to come so fer. an he told
he did. that some old woman mp
tuck the Reporter an was ALWAYS
a-talkin' about Hanks cheap prices
nine pounds o. green coffee fer a dollar
an the like-an' that they all got
headed this way on that account. Now,
I'm goin' to let out some'n that you
la not want to hear, but maybe il
will soak through wore hide an do YOU
some good. The Teller said wherever
he'd met anybody on the road an
mention the Hanks store they I'd hold
up Their hands in Molly horror an say;
Hanks. the man that sells meat at 9
cents a pound on a credit an drives
pore folks out o. house an home e
git it? No, stree. excuse me. please,
The Teller said he'd always tell ZEN
it wasn't thai Hanks. but another one
hat had a conscience an believed in
future torment. La. me-, the Teller
said. wore town will have to spend a
lot fer printers ink fore it gifts over
the black eye that fust Hanks give
it,"
'Bob's talSin' some about addin' oil
dry goods" Hanks went on TO George
in his even M without the slightest
change of face. Il reckon it wont be
a bad idea. He misses a lot O trade
by not bein' able to fit folks up all
round, But he's got to go slow; he's