Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1909-01-08
CHAPTER XIX-Continued.

an elevator among a number of men
and women, and though we were all
jammed together no one appeared 10
notice me; but when we got out a boy
whistled at a companion and yelled:
Hi, Samson!" Mr.. Cling darted out
under the arch, and I almost ran over
him, when he halted to talk to
a man. They walked along together for
quite a distance, nodding and making
gestures, and when they separated Cling
said to me that he had just bought
subdivision of real estate. At this l
appeared to be pleased, but was not;
l was afraid that before the close of
the deal he might entangle himself In
so many transactions that he could not
afford to pay cash for the mica mine.
The further We went the faster he
walked, and suddenly he darted through
a wall, and the swinging doors came
back and slapped me in the face. We
sat down to a table and Mr.. Cling said
that 1 might take whatever ! desired,
but that he wanted only a cup of cot-
fee and a piece Of apple pie. l was
hungry, had eaten no breakfast, and
felt as if 1 could devour beef steak
as big as a saddle skirt. but l said that
coffee and apple pie would do me. He
asked me a number Of questions con-
cerning the mine, it's distance from a
railway, condition of the wagon roads,
and especially did he want to know
whether the local tax assessor made 1t
a point to discriminate against the
non resident property owner. / caught
the spirit of his quick uttcrances, and
blew out my words in a splutter, striv-
ing to be business-like, but before l
could cover all his points he had eaten
his pie and was impatiently waiting for
me.
Want to go round tonight" he ask
ed, and before I could tell him that l
did want to go round, having but a
vague idea as to what he meant, he
added: And if can get off this af-
ternoon I'll take you out to the stock
yards"
"I would much rather see your finest
library" ] replied.
Il guess you've got me there; don't
know where it is. but suppose we can
find it in the directory"
II have read of the Art Institute
here. You know where that is. pre-
sumo"
"Y-e-s-low building over on the lake
front. But I've never had time to go
into it. Well, suppose we get back
10 the office"
raced with him, but he beat me by
a neck. being more accustomed to the
track; and he shouted up" as he
darted under the marble arch. l grab
bed him and held him for moment
told him that l did not care to go up
again so soon, that l would stroll about
for a time and see him after a while.
res, but you'll come back, eh? . l
guess We'll take that mine II we can
agree upon terms. We own one in Col
orado. Don't fail to come back. Up"
l went out into the center Of the
maelstorm and laughed at him-a cap
italist keeping pace with indigestion,
racing against time. Little wonder that
he was bald and pinched.
l thought that l would find leis-
urely place and slowly eat a dinner,
and 1 did find many places, but none
of them was leisurely. l went to no.
tel and there l ate a meal without run
ming the risk Of having my chair thrown
over, and then I returned to the Rook-
cry. Mr.. Cling was lost in his work,
and in a room which opened into his
apartment two girls were hammering
q race on writing machines. / walked
into this room, and the girls went on
with their work as if l were at home
looking over toward the generals house
instead of looking down at them. A
bell tingled in Ging's room. One of
the girls went to him and heard him
talking rapidly to her, and presently
she came back with pad of paper in
her hand, and furiously attacked her
machine. Cling rushed out into the
hall and both machines stopped, and
the girls began to nibble at bon -bons,
but moment later they dashed at their
work. for Cling had returned. 1 went
back into his room. and glancing round,
saw one Of the girls look up at the
ceiling and then down at the floor. l
knew that she was making fun of me,
and in my heart I confessed myself her
enemy.
I'm sorry" said Cling, but l don't
believe I can get off this afternoon.
Charms being out of town puts double
work on me. But We'll go round to-
night. You've been here quite often.
suppose"
We'll. rot lately" l replied.
NO? Then we can find a good
many things TO interest you"
I went out again and walked about.
but 1 did not venture far beyond the
shadow of the Rookery, for l knew that
should l get turned round l would be
ashamed TO inquire the way back. /
saw a man standing on a box selling
words. thought l could see that he was
not educated He interested his hear
ers with humorous stories. as If his bus
mess were first to entertain the public
and then to pick up a living. and for
the first time it struck me that book
knowledge did not embrace everything.
that people who simply read get but a
second hand experience. We must OBJ
serve form and recognize the rules
which good taste has drawn, but after
all the finest form and the most nearly
perfect rule is an inbOrn Judgment.
The marest accident may thrill dull
man with genius. knew a young man
who was commonplace until he was
taken down with a fever, and when he
got up his business sense was gone
hut he wrote a parody that made this
country shout with laughter. Thus
unused as I looked at that fellow sell
ing pens. He was a rascal no doubt
but l was forced TO admire his vivid
fancy. his genius.
When l returned to the Rookery