Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1920-12-22

4 ther and mother, with pnst
years Of toll rapidly be-
ginning to tell upon them, were pes
slmistic Of his chances Of success, nor
could they resist expressing their fore
bodings.
The old folks loved their boy too
well to reproach him for his desertlOn
now In the first flush Of his young
manhood, but their hearts Gid ache at
thought Of the separation.
"You'll soon get tired Of all that
hurly-burly there in the city, Tom,"
his old father told him. "And when
you do, want you always to remem-
ber that we've still got place for you
back here at the old homestead. 1t
mayn't be Qs fine and snowy as lots
you'll see there in the city, but it's
more the sort that the good Lord in
tended you for. Ma and I are hoping
the best for you, son, but-when you
do find out that your fortunes not
away Off there-just pocket your pride
and come back here to us who love
you"
So young Tom left the farm with
shining eyes and high heart and ad-
ventured into the great, far-away city
in quest of fame and fortune.
How he faxed there and all the sor-
~ disappointments that repeatedly
overlook him during that year Of alb
sence would be long and narrowing
story to tell. He chased his rainbow
to its end, yet found the tabled pot Of
gold not there as he had so confidently
and blatantly expected.
Tom made applications for all sorts
Of Office positions only to find himself
quickly rejected because Of his lack
of experience in those specific Linz
"well, anyway, Pm young and hus-
Nv and used to hard manual labor"
Tom conSo'ed himself. II can at least
get JOB With contracting gang, as
paiutcr, or plumbers assistant, or
tcomat~r That will suffice to keep me
Goms Tor 4 while until the sort Of po-
Siion ( want turns up
p,t evcn In those lines Of work the
green country boy found himself sud
denly brought up short against blank
wall He had no references rs to past
city employment and nobody would
hire him after once finding out that he
had no union card,
Huddled In his shabby overcoat on
q street corner in the squalid section
OF the city--the icy wind wf1istlng
around him and biting through his
threadhare garments-poor Tom stood
on the evening before Christmas, won
dering where he might find a shelter
in which to sleep that night without
freezing.
Just how long he had stood there.
shiverlng in the chill wind on the
street corner-bitterness against the
greRt. unfeeling city rambling IN his
heart-Tom did not know. He was
startled from his moody reverie by
hearing a hoarse, wheedling voice at
his very elbow, saying what was in
tended as confidential tone:
"How'd yAikc nice hot feed and
some coin to Jingle in yer pants boz
Amt hungry, are ya?"
Whirling about, Tom saw that his
accoster was an under sized, burly fell
low with a tough, truculent visage and
hands showed deep into the side pock-
cts of his coat. He wore n battered
cap with the visor pulled low down
over his eyes and spat mnlevolently
upon the sidewalk each time before he
spoke.
How'd y'like the idea, huh?" he re.
iterated in his raucous, grating voice,
siding closer rs he spoke and casting
wary eye up and down the nearly
deserted. gloomy, wind-swept street.
Tom regarded him with diStaSte and
undisguised mistrust. He looked like
typical thug. But misery cannot be
too fastidious about the company it
keeps. Finally Tom scowled blackly
and answered:
whats that to you, anyway"
"Weli. you're outta luck, amt cha.
phl7 Yer on yer uppers, stony broke
and maybe with an empty belly. TOO,
huh, bo? Well. l guessed that much.
/ ain't blind yet, I aIn't! Well.
need a pal for little job tonight and
we both can make lotta jack out Of
1t, seer
"You--you menn-burglary? Tom
,muttercd hesitantly. with IN 'nvclun-
tary contraction Of his heart.
"Humphl Not anything like safe
cracking or breaking into a house, |
don't. Too many people staying up
with the kids over Christmas trees to.
night. | amt keen on takin' fool
chances like that. Pm tellin' ya Nav.
this | wantcha for is something soft
safe and easy ms falling off log. You
know the big prices people are willing
to pay for rcnl booze since the cOun.
try went dry. don't cha? We'll. right
near here know a certain warehouse
that's got 90 cases Of whisky stored In
the hgaGment Real bonded stuff