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''IiOok hcrp, Lib," and Kenner rose
and touched Hanks on the arm; "yo'ro
as green as a gourd vine when It cornea
to somo things. Now, Jest to show
you that Bob's got bruins, an' got 'em
from his mammy's Bide o' the house.
I'll tell you this: Six wagons o' produce
an* cotton come here last Sat'day !
from beyond the Tennessee line. I got j
the cotton, an' Bob got the produce an' i
loaded the wagons with groceries fer j
euuugu prone to pay rcr bis advertlsin' I
fer n year, I reckon. I'm always anxious
to learn, ef 1 ilo lire in the backwoods,
an' I nxed the head man o' tho
gang bow In tbe thunder be happened i
to como so fer, nu' he told me, he did;"
that some old woman up thar tuck the :
Reporter an' was always a-talkln* '
about Hanks'cheap prices?nine pounds
- o' green coffee fer a dollar an' the like;
?an' that they all got headed this way j
on that account. Now, I'm goln' to
let out some'n' that you may not want
to hear, but maybe It will soak through
yore hide an' do you some good. Tho
feller said wharover he'd meet anybody
on tho road an' mention tho
Hanks store they ud hold up the'r
hands in holy horror an' say: Hanks,
the man that sells meat at 20 cents a
pound on a credit an' drives pore folks j
out o' house an' home to git it? No, i
alree, excuse me, please!' The feller
said he'd always tell 'em it wasn't that
Hanks, but another one that had a
conscience an' believed in future torment.
'La, me,' tho feller said, *yore
rown win nave to spend a lot fer printers'
ink 'fore it gits over tlie black eye
that fust Hanks give it.' "
'Hob's taJkin' some about addln' on
dry goods," Hanks went on to George
In his even tone, without the slightest
"-** change of face. "I rbckon it won't be
/ a bad Idea. He misses a lots o' trade
by not bcin' able to fit folks up oil
- round. But he's got to go slow; he's
too headstrong. He don't know it all
yit by a Jugful."
"He ort to set around here an' hear
you talk, Lib," Kenner laughed. "I've
l'arnt a sight by listcnin' to yore I
harangues. But you cnyn't 1'arn that
boy a thing about makin' money an'
turnin' it quick. He could give you
polntero in his sleep. Tricky? Geewhlllkins!
I 'lowed I was some pumpkins
? in that line when I started out, but Bob
-beats the Jews. Talkln' about Jews,
tne boys uptown any n feller looked In
at Bob'a shebang t'other day an* started
out. 'Thought thla was the Jew
* store,' he said. T promised my old
woman to go thnr the next time I come
In town.' 'Hat's vat It la, meln frlent!'
aald Bob as quick as a flash. 'Mr.
Eppateln has jhust gondt oudt. Vat
can I do for you?' An' he whirled In an'
sold the feller a big bill, jnbberln' nil
the time like a drove o' geese."
Then Kenuer walked out to the com'.{
press and Hlllyer went uptown to mall
some letters. Hanks took a browu
paper parcel from his desk and opened
It. It was five or six hard tack crackers
and some slices of cheese; he was
always eating such things between
-meals.
"I see the governor's In town," he re- I
marked, little puffs of powdered cracker
issuing from his lips and falling llko
flakes of snow on bis beard.
George started; an unpleasant thrill
passed over him and his heart sank. "I
didn't know It," he said, giving Ilanks
a steady stare.
. v "Yes, I was at the train when the
' ' " Cranstons driv up to take 'im home
with 'em. You cayn't 1'aru folks any
sense. I reckon fully a hundred was
cPowdlu' around tryin' to git a look at
'lm. An' as the carriage drlv along the
street a whole passle o' loafers run after
It, makln' a big to-do. They'd 'a' had
the brass band out, they say, ef the
major's gal hadn't put 'er foot down
on it. Mrs. Dugan come over an' told
ps he wns 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 on the racket this
mornln', but she come through our
yard to mnke a short cut through a
hole in the fence to Alexander's. She
said Mrs. Cranston was in tor givln*
the governor a big blowout an' lnvttin'
all the upper ten, bnt her daughter
set on that too. Mrs. Dugan 'lowed
jt was beca'se Lydla was afenred ef he
ketched sight 0' some o' the other gals
in Che town he might transfer his attentions.
i dunno?I'm Jest tellln' you
what that old hag said."
Buckley did not encourage the old
man to continue talking. He dipped
hi* IM11 in the inlr nu if in reanme
work, and Hanks sauntered awaj.
The Ink dried on the pen in George
Buckley's tense fingers. Finding himself
alone, he turned around and for
several minutes snt 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 "I have
been a-blind, stupid idiot. She has simply
been treating me ns she has out of
pity. She'll marrjT 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 loomed up in the
outer doorway and came into the office.
He bid heard nothing that had fallen
from the lips of his clerk, but he saw
bis gloomy face. "Somebody's told
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6 North Walk
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but changed 11b mind and sat down,
his countenance very grave. Therb
was one subject lie had never broached
to George Buckley?a subject that the
joi.iiK urn11 ituu liinuc 111111 rod was not
to come up between (liotn, and yet?
"George," was the result of the old
man's sudden Impulse, and lie stood
near Buckley's elbow, "I axed the Almighty
for a sign that I was on tho
right road to peace o' mind an* got
it. I want tp say to you now, my boy,
that in every prayer I send up from
this minute on I'm goln' to plead with
'im to give you all you want In this
life. Do you understand? All?everything!"
George turned; the tensity of his
features had given place to an Inexpressible
softness, into which a delineate
llush was rising. lie laid his
hand on the old man's shoulder and
smiled.
"I'm getting already more than f
deserve, Mr. lllllyer," he said. "Don't
bother about nie."
"I've told you what my prayer Is
to be, George; we'll see if a God as
good as ourn is won't grant It."
"A fellow can stand a great many
disappointments, Mr. Hillycr, when he
has as good a friend as I have in you."
The old man's lower lip was quivering
helplessly. "It's awful?simply
awful," be said, "to want to help folks
you love an' cayn't, an' have to stand
by with bands an' feet tied. An',
George, that fellow they're all makin'
so much over today is a low ring politician
without any honor or a soul bigger'n
a gnat's. lie heads the proces
slon, with his white shirt full o' diamond
studs, shiny broadcloth nu' silk
hat, an' weak women fawnjon 'lm an'
think he's God Almighty, but I-tell you
he's as empty as a bottle o' wind. He's
goin' to make a speech to the children
at Sunday school, an' the programme
Is for 'em to decorate the altar with
flowers. I hain't n-goln', George. That
hnln't what God's house Is fer, an' ef
I went I'd set thar with a heart full o'
rebellion."
' George stared at his friend with an
expression on his face the old man had
never seen before. It contained a frank
admission of his helpless captivity to
Lydla Cranston's charms, and yet It
reflected tense manliness?manliness
bound, bowed and beaten.
"lie has been courting her over a
year, Mr. lllllyer," Itpckley said. nnrio
uia oreani.
"So I've heard, Georgo."
"She writes to him?she mentioned
that to me once. She showed me some
presents he had sent her?flowers from
his own hothouse and other things.
He's followed her everywhere; she accepts
these attentions. Iler family all
favor the match."
"She's jest a woman, George? Jost a
woman, after all?'and they are all plno
blank alike except in the sight of the
different men who dote on "em."
George Buckley's face hardened as if
under a sudden reflection. "In all your
hopes for me, Mr. Ilillyer," lie said,
"don't forget that I am the son of a
Georgia convict. Remember that, and
don't he too ambitious for me. I was
stupid and blind to allow myself to?to
become her?friend under the circumstances.
I ought simply never to have
entered that house. But?now listen,
and let's never allow this to come up
again. No matter what I suffer now
Hunks sauntered away.
or am to suffer in the future, I shall
never, never be sorry I knew her. You
say women are all alike. I can never
agree with you, but even if she becomes
his wife, and Is proud in a wny
to bear his name, there will still be
something, sir, behind?something that
I have almost seen and grasped?something,
Mr. Illllyer, that came up in her
eyes once, only once, and then darted
away as If frightened at the fear of
the world's opinion. But, my God, Mr.
Hillyer, for one second it was mine,
and I have lived on It ever since and
shall take its wonderful warmth to my ]
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Crown and Bridge
Work a
"Oh. Georgo, you scare me!" gnspei
the merchant. "I didn't know yoi
could"?
"Let's drop the subject forever,'
Buckley broke In suddenly. "You'vi
roulldcd In me; I have in you. Got
I knows you have hope; I have nonebouc
at all!"
CHAPTER XIV.
f?| STRONG man Is to bo pitied
I /\ 1 who deliberately sliuns being
I I thrown into contrast with a
' ' rival more fortunate in the eg
timation of the world. George was
like a sensitive, high spirited dwarl
trying to avoid seeing tall men. Tht
whole town was going to henr the governor's
address the next Sunday; th?
whole town was talking of his admiration
for the belle of the place. For the
remainder of the w^eek Goorge was uncertain
what he should do, but when
the eventful morning arrived he went
to a livery stable, engaged a horse and
buggy and drove out to ills mother's.
He might have chosen better, for tlio
sordid surroundings of the farmhouse,
which had never seemed like home to
him in the highest sense, only made
him feel more depressed.
"The Lord know^ I'm astonished to
see you," Mrs. Bucklev said n? ?iir>
camo to the door wiping her fat hands
on her apron. "Why, all the settlement,
It seems to me, has gone in town
to see the governor, but somehow I
didn't care to go. I'm too old to ride
ten miles in a joltin' wagon to see jest
a man. ilovr do-you come on?"
"I feel all right," George replied. "I
didn't care to hear the speech."
"You say you didn't?" Mrs. Buckley's
heavy brows ran together. She
stood for n moment eying her son with
| sympathetic fixity. Sho had heard the
J rumor of the governor's attentions to
Lydia Cranston. They were now in
the sitting room, and he stood warming
himself before the Are.
"Oh, George," she suddenly got out,
"I wish you'd let me talk to you an'
not git mad."
"Mad?' Why, mother," he exclaimed,
"how could I get mad at you?"
The old woman sat down in her low
chair in the chimney corner. "You are
my boy," she said, a tremor in her gentle
voice, "an' some things hurt?cut
me to the quick. Oh, George, I wish
you would sort o' be content with common
folks like we all are. You are as
good, every bit nn' grain, as that Virginia
gal, but somehow she's situated
different. Now, fer instance, they say
she's got a chance, an' a good one, to
marry the governor." ,
that, mother?"
"Oh, it nearly kills me to have folks
think you?you want to get some'n' an'
cay n't," replied the old woman plaintively.
"An', George, as things go In
this world, Lydla Cranston will have j
to take that offer. Sho eayn't git
around it. Gals kin have the'r choice,
an'?mind you, I don't know a thingshe
may, down in her heart, like you
the best on account o' you bein' youn- j
ger an' better lookin', but folks In her |
walk o' life. I reckon hnvo tr? oni-to*
look to the future. Her folks will !
make her, ef she draws hack. Qporge,
I?I hope you don't feel bad about It" j
"Mother, I'm nil right." lie sat down
before the fire. lie looked out through j
the small pnned window upon a wide ;
stretch of cotton land where he had
tolled through his boyhood. To the |
left, Inside the garden fence, was the '
log smokehouse, the barn and stables;
to the right, the yard where the chick- j
ens and ducks were scratching the:
earth for food. The old woman said ;
nothing?there was nothing she could
say, for his reply had not reassured
her.
"Why do you think anything Is wrong
with me?" he suddenly asked. "Has
anybody"? j
"You cayn't keep folks' mouths shot,"
Mrs. Buckley said. "You've got moro
friends 'an any boy In all this mountain
country, but even a body's best
friends will git joalous when he begins
to rise iu the world. Most of 'em
thought you was llyln' too high, (leorgo,
all along?In vlsltin' the best in Hurley?an'
they are tickled to be able to
circulate the report that she's goin' to
marry the governor of tho state. You
see, they kin say that an' not seem to
bo tnlkin' agin you, but they aro
cliucklin' all the same." %
"I can't help their talking nor their
thinking." Bucklev said, with a slch.
"But I believe I'd put a bold fuce
on It nn' laugh at the Idea o* marryin'
anybody right now. Then I'd sorter
slack off from goin' to the Crnustons'.
George, I kin stand anything better, It
seems to me, than havin* 'em all think
you are miserable over it, an' when the
wedding takes place"?
"Then you count on it as a certninty,
do you?" Ills face clouded over, and,
In spite of his self control, his voice
rang harshly.
She stared at him pltyiugly. "Thar's
no use talkln' about it," she said softly.
"George, you hain't ready to admit
it, an' that's the wust sign of all.
You Jest onyn't see it like other folks,
an' thar's Jest one reason fer that?
you cayn't stand to think it possible."
He voiced no denial. What was the
use? The old woman, crude as she
was, had known him from the first pulsation
of the life that,was now raging
like a mad torrent within blm. In his
mind's eye he had a glimpse of the village
church, packed to the doors with
an eager, expectant crowd. Ho saw
the flowers on the altar. There was a
profoundljush. The Crupstou carriage
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j had driven up. The governor of tin
u state was assisting two ladies to alight
All eyes were on the party of four ai
>? ^they came In and moved unconcernedly
n to the Cranston pew. I.ydla and tin
guest of honor were walking together
She was being admired, envied
George Buckley liowed his head: JM
reti light from the fire ton. licil'flK
powerful neck and shoulders; he
sinking into the deepest ooze of de
I spall*.
; "Mind you, I'm not sayin' one word
i nglti the gal," Mrs. Buckley broke iutc
his reflections abruptly. "In fact. I
, like 'er. 1 can't tell you how much I
' do like 'er. Folks may swear they
hate kings an' queens beca'se they
J stand above 'em, but they'll feel honored
by the notice o' royal folks. That
| limy be one reason I like Lydiu Crnn1
eton. I don't know, I'm only human,
but I Jest feel like she's of a different
order. Do you know the time you introduced
me to 'er? Well, a woman
knows u woman, no matter how different
they've been raised, an' I seed that
she was surprised to?to see that I was
? well, Jest like I am, but 1 tuk a
i strong llkin' to 'er fer the way she
| acted."
"The way she acted?" George Buckley
spoke under his breath, but the woman
heard.
"Yes; 1 could tell she was doin' 'er
level best to make me feel easy, an' It
made me like 'er. Then the next
time"?
"The next time?" George was really
surprised. "Did you meet her again?"
Mrs. Buckley was silent; her eyes had
fallen. She bad said more than she
intended.
"Did you say you met her again,
I mother?again?"
j Mrs. Buckley looked up resolutely. "I
I never intended to mention that," she
, said, "an' I don't know us I ort to now,
| belli', as it seems, she never told you
I about it. But It was when she was
over at Shirley Springs last week. One
morula' she come here to see me, an',
George, as God is my judge, I never
spent a happier hour In all my life. I
don't know how It was, but she jest
had a way o' makln' me feel good. Ef
she ever thought she was better'n
common folks, nobody could 'a' told it.
1 was plecin' u scrap quilt, an' she
set down an' set to \vork on it. I never
seed the like. Her little, slim, white
lingers jest moved like llghtnin'. An'
talk! She could think o' more cheerful
things to siiy than anybody I ever
seed. It was that way till nlgli 12,
an' then she left. George?s'he kissed
me!"
- Jluckloy was^ staring an? uy&^mftLU
-""H
one Kisseu you. mother? God blesa
her!" And lie rose and put bis arms
about tbe old woman's neck. His eyes
were glistening.
"Yes, she did twice, out at the gate.
I never intended to tell you about that,
fer I?I didn't think It was exactly tbe
sort o* tiling to?to make you take yore
mind off'n 'er, but she did it, an' to
my dyln' day I'll always tbluk well of
'er an' stand up fer 'er. Tliey may
make 'er marry that man or some
other in tlie'r circle, but fer about one
hour mo an' her was on the level God's
been tryln' fer centuries to bring folks
up to. Yes; slie may not be strong
enough to go her way with all them
ropes tied to 'er, but ef she's ever a
mother she'll be a good un?with a soul
an' heart. 1 like 'er, George, an' I
don't blame you fer acceptin' her
friendship. Ef I was a man I would,
ef that was all the crumb she ever
drappcd my way. Lovln' a woman like
that's Jest ambition, an' ambition's
right an' upliftln'."
Mrs. Buckley was looking at her sou,
but lie had turned his face away. He
stood still, liis features working, his
strong breast heaving tumultuously.
"The Truitts are a-hnvin' a world of
trouble with JelT," said Mrs. Buckley
irrelevantly. "Somebody set tire to
tlie'r barn last night. They managed
y YYS*
"Sht fitsscil you, mother T God bless licr!"
to put it out, but Jeff got nnotbor
! Wlilto Cn;> I of tor o' warnln' to skip
out. It li:? S n fski:Il nn' bones on it.
" ??????????
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Humor and Philosophy
By DUNCAN N. SMITH
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Copyright, 1SW4. by Duncan M. Smith.
PERT PARAGRAPHS.
e Never impeach a man's veracity. Yoi
might need his testimony yoursel
s some day.
7 ?
3 As a usual thing, the less a mni
. knows about politics the louder he yell
. i/or his candidate.
ipyr-. ^ ^
Not satisfied with being born to trou<
ble, man sometimes puts on his wat
paint and goes hunting for It.
A bride worries a lot more about bet
wedding dress than she does about the
manner of wnn she Is getting.
There are lots of people who would
be able to raise the wind If hot nit
could do it.
You hardly call It n miracle when
you go into an orchard and find a few
peaches picking cherries.
A successful fisherman has a detachable
conscience that he can leave at
home when he goes fishing.
We excuse nil kinds of pranks In a
good looking girl If they are directed
against some other man.
Dreaming.
X Idly lie
And watch tho sky
Where ficecy clouds go sailing by.
The went wind
The wild bco hums.
And far away a partridge drums. j
Across my eyes
The cool shade lies; i
A breath of perfume comes and dies.
The hours slip by,
Jt'thoMJ'Blvfpenuou* iur, *. ?
Because, ah, me,
There is no tree bee.
No bird, no cloud, no wind, no tree.
I'm dozing hero
With pipe and beer
And haven't seen a tree this year.
But, oh, this time
It's not a crime;
It fits so nicely in the rhyme.
Useless.
"You know the law In England forbids
a man marrying Ills motlier-ln- ;
law."
"We have plenty of rubbish on our ,
statute books, but no one over here j
was so fur gone as to propose such an |
unnecessary regulation."
Suspicious.
"What is the prisoner's reputation
for truth and veracity?"
"I don't know, except that I have
frequently seen him go post with a
fishing pole."
Where It Was Safe.
"Sluggers says there Is one more fight
in him."
"I guess he will let It stay there, too,
until he finds a man smaller than himself."
Lucky Horse.
For horses with a blooded strain
We measure out the hay and grr&ln,
But man. declared almost divine.
Fills to the neck on food and wine.
Can Pick From the Crowd.
"She Is worth n million In her own
name."
"Then she can take her own time
about selecting another name."
Raise Something.
"I am afraid I can't raise tho rent
this month."
"What'll the landlord do about it?"
"Raise Cain, I presume."
Getting Qualified.
"It is a shame that so many children
leave school at the age of ten."
lnueca it is, ror they can't possibly
all of them be detectives."
Proof Lacking.
Oh, care perhaps will kill a cat.
If It Is given a show.
So dead it won't know where It's at?
But not the cats you know.
Nothing to Think With.
"Can a man think well on an empty
stomach?"
"No, but better than with an empty
head."
Took Exception.
"When you are In Turkey you must
do as the Turks do."
"Can't I take a bath on the sly?"
Very Likely.
"If a man marries his father's widow
what relation is he to himself?"
"lie is his own slave."
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and everything to be found in an
up-to-date family Grocery at my
Store. Tobaccos and Cigars a
specialty. Bring your laundry to
me.
J. T. SEXTON,
Main Street. Union, S. C.
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