The Orange Leader, Citizen-Record Consolidated (Orange, Tex.), Vol. 16, No. 18, Ed. 1 Friday, September 23, 1904 Page: 3 of 8
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CHAPTER. V«I.
NB morning, a few daye later,
Bascom Trnltt cam* down the
main street of Da.rley wearing
idti
tod
ora army
bugle, Under his arm waa a tottered
Confederate
Ken
the office
e stove.
a ineetio* o* the ve
p—the Joseph E. John-
ni goln' up now to stick
he gate ¿t the courthouse.
iong in«i|i
blowing a roll call on an
"What'aup
aff he came
towering over
Nothing b
of our
atdli, slf
on
\
We intend to see about who's gold'
to the reunion in Atlanta next spring;
thar'a a sight_o' the boys that want
to go. but cayn't raise the scads. We'll
Chip In an' send the most deservln', ef
our women folks go hungry this win-
ter. Thar was a lie afloat in the
newspapers awhile back that ea«£ nig-
ger went off after the war an' got rich
an' come back home jest in tima to
buy his old master a stilt o' clothes an'
pay bis way io a reunion-' Ef tbar was
a man In'our «Jump that ud go that
a-way, we'd send 'lib In tor an* feath
.era. an* on a rail at that"
' "Oh, come off, Baa," Kenner laughed,
as he looked around at George and
Hlllyer at their desks. "That' a old
Yankee amy -overcoat you got' on
itigbt now. You've had it dyed ♦lth
logwood, but I'd" know it by that long
1 Vcape.'"
v "Yes, that's what It la." admitted
Trultt sheepishly. "The Yankee that
owned It -died nt my house while I was
off in the wur. It wm the only thing
he left that waa any account, an* my
women folks had fed.an'pamperW'im
up with all they could rake an' scrape
in the neighborhood, goln' • without
thO'rselves beca'ae be was so bad off.
After he died they put this coat away
In camphor to keep' the moth* out of it
The blame .garment eat up a quarter**
wuth a year fer ten yéar, an' ever* win-
ter I had a row with my women folks
beca'se I wouldn't wear it Finally,
I agreed *f they ud dye it ao none o'
iny crowd qd fergit the war waa over
vn'ahoot me, I'd put it on. My women
j/ f tuck jne up, but they Wouldn't
fortune runnin' a dye house,
thing haa ap'iled twenty
irta fer me. T'other day,
V* ' 9*\ meetin' house out
ll left a streak o*
, R , . -V door'to the ámen
New stock of ribbo
iopuiár shades, ail that bugle?" Ken-
relties, belt s.
itoi
walking hat&Jr company, an' he give
Erices thai'4*1 ,n onr Teterfin
* ^ J Ins boys hudn't a sign o' re-
spect fer what it had been through, an'
used It. to e*ll the dogs to go possnm
" • buntin'. He said bis gals tied a gray
ribbon about it an' hung it up on the
wall, but the boys wouldn't let It stay
tbar. They treated his canteen Jest as
bad. They toted it about with moon-
abide whisky In it till It sprung, a
leak, an' then they ,Jiung It up on a
tree gn' shot more boles in It I reckon
I am a ..sight, totln' a reb' flag an'
bugle with á Yankee overcoat on, but
they tell me the war'* over." . .
"I reckon you went through the thick
it," «aid the cotton buyer tent*'
" "I gít « much flght as I cared f*r
at Baker's creek," answered the reter
an. "Our boya waa about starved to
de*th on short rations, an' we had
Jest got bold of a lot ó' fresh beef when
Mifejfljii got the call to arma. Onr colonel
know you
never
I
ves, etc., and a /ton had it when he
( told us we'd better take some of tb£
beef With us, aft" me 'n* another feller
was a-flflln' our knapsack* when the
' feller all at once aaid to ffle, 'Look y'
here, Bas;. the odds is agin as, an' I
hain't a^goin' to let no bluewat ketch
me with a pásale o' raw beef in rhy
knapsack,' an' he th*owed the meat
down. I followed snit Jest, then. In
all the. burlyburly o' glttln' ready,
man-rid in with a big basket o' pies
to sell ns. We wanted the plea an' be
„_jited money; we didn't have no
money, an' offered to swap beef fer
the pies; he refused to trade. Then
we put Mm dn his sway backed^hoM
an' loaded 'im back and front with
bloody beef an' tol' "Im ef he didn't
make trácka we'd sbpot at the beef.
But w* didn't have time to eat the
pies even, fer the thing had begun.
" has often axed me what • battle
like. I couldn't tell you. it lest
, > tpade a sound-ooo-ooo^-ooo-like Ja
1 harrycane rippin' galilea in the earth
i an' iweepln* Way trees, rock*,:vbllls.
everything in its track, an' on she
! I hain't here to 11*-I was
clean down into my sock*,
they hove Into sight round tt*
in the sun. I couldn't see nothln'
a solid bank o' silver; By gum. It
like thar was enoflgh bayonet
displayed thar to stab all the
in the universe. I seed our gen-
about that time; he waa a-settln'
his boss a chawln* tobacco an' «pit-
o^er its head; he wa* cool as a
lber; looked like lie .was Jeat
n' to study what would be the right
ing to do. He was a daisy; part In-
an' not aféard o' God Almigb
' him that a-way made m*
ii' 1 plunged in.-
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"That't a old Yankee army overcoat.
"We plugged away an' laughed: an'
made Jokes an' bad a good all round
time as long as it lasted, an' then we
got rattled an'begun to retreat. I was
shot through the left arm an' side, an'
fell In a ditch. A Yankee run up with
a p'lnted bayonet an'yelled, 'Cuss you,
come out o' tbar or I'll shoot your
8ome o' our- boys • said I ort to 'a'
cussed 'Im bkek, but I didn't. It Jest
seemed part the game to me, an' be
was wlhnib'. 'You come down after
me.' agid I. 'ef yoú want, me.' ' An1
couple of 'em* did, an* drug me up the
bank. They bad ketebed a few more
of our boys on the wing, an' they drlv'
us up in a circle 'an' put some foreign
guarda around us... Every one of us
was cut ur bad bails aom'era In us, but
we sassed them guarda about*tbe'r
brogue, an"* one thing anr other, till
they wa* mad enough to kill. us. They
give us good treatment—I!ll say that
much fér 'em—an* I liked the'r grub.
They had all sorts o' good stuff In cans.
They patchicd us up in the hospital an'
finally exchanged us." "
"Oh. say," protested Kenner, "that
aln't-all, is It?"
"It's all í'\'e got to sky today. I've
got to blow a few. blasts at the post
office an' stick up the flag." lie
stepped to Buckley's desk and leaned
on It. 'T wish, George, that yon was
out our way to make Jeff behave bis-
self.*
"Drinking again?" George^asked, with
a smile. ¡
"Yes, an* that ain't all; he's got every
moonshiner over tbar down on 'Im.
He .ijnfcn-med on some of 'em while he
was out o' his bead an' now thar'a no
tellln' wbar It will end. Somebody shot
at 'im while he was in the fleld t'other
day—some skunk In the woods, afraid
to ahow blsself.'
"That's pretty bad.1' said George
sympathetically. "Jeff , ought to be
more cautious."
As Truttt was leaving, Mrs. Hlllyer
waddled in, her gray shawl wrapped
tightly round her body. .
"Come fer money to run the bouse
on," ahe said, with á laugh, to ber
husband. "Jio, thank you, I.,won't sét
down," she-added to Kenner, who was
offering her his chair.. "The truth is,
I'm goln' to steer ..clear o' this bouse.
.Mr*, Dugan says all the reports In the
town' git started among you una.
Ef she knew I came here she'd lay It
on me. I thought fer a while, after
they lifted her quarantine, that she
was goin' to do different but she's
wuss 'an ever. I sawed 'er off short
yesterday, though." Mr*. Hlllyer
laughed heartily. "You know, Mr.
Kenner, «he's got One tale that she
tells over an' Over constantly. One of
the longest winded yarns you ever
heard, about how she fust got ac-
quainted With a woman she met by ac-
cident. She forgets she's toM It twen-
ty times, an' Je*t takes 'er chair an'
begins to unwind. So far nobody hain't
been bold enough to say they'd heard
It before/ bat when I seed her a-eomln'
through the gate yesterday 1 told fcor-
tense ef she dared to spring tblt old
gag on me ag'la I'd stop 'er ef It
cost me my Ufe. I thought Hor-
tense ud die langbln', fer Mr*. Dng*n
had no sooner 'n set down than *he be-
gun to tell a boat how she fust met the
woman. Well, I'd made my bet an'
I wasn't goln' to be beat. 'Hold on.'
■aid Í; *rlgbt here 1 want to tell yon
■ornean, Mrs. Dugan—some'n powerful
quar about me. I believe, on mjr soul,
I've got second iighf «Second sight*
says he, in ber mean way, *why, 1
didn't think yon was quite old enough
to have yore second sight/ 1 don't
mean that *ort o* second sight' a*y*
I; 1 ut I've noticed sometimes when a
body would begin a tale I could
clean to
WwMSm
I ain't right; the
■tMlr
whar i
,t'_j*ys ;ahe;
tellln' you that. I was goln'
git round to some'n else; but. since
u ace so almighty smart, I reckon
'11 go on about my business,' an' with
that abe flirted out o' the bouse, an*
kicked the dog as she \v.ent by it on the
porch. When a woman's mad enough
to kick a dog ber dander's tlyln' in 'er
eyes," Mrs.4 Hlllyer l&uglied as she
thrust her red hand froto beneath her
shawl and took the money the mer-
chant was giving I>er. "Don't git mar-
ried. Mr- Kenuer,'' she said. "A wom-
an will either keep yore nose to the
grindstonft withs'er mouth sh%t, or talk
you to death—or fcbtb."
.Kenner smilingly walked with her
«Ó the outer door. "I was Jest u-won-
derin', Mrs. Hlllyer, what you . think
abput George's case with that blgbfa-
lutin Virginia girl. I'm interested in
that-boy, an' it looks like a pity to m*
to have 'Ito lookln' in that dTrectlon—I
mean Jest that particular direction.".
"I know Whit you mean. Mr. Ken-
ner" — the woman shuddered in the
keen, cool breeze—"but do you reckon
it' any more'n friendship on his side?"
"That's what I'to 'botberln' about,"
answered the cotton buyer. "I-d -n't
let on to George, of course, but f' . e
been watcbln' him powerful close, ríe
wants everybody to think hlth an' !iw
Jest pastln' friends; but law me, some-
time* when he thinks nobody hain't
a-lookln' he glte off hts guard. On*
day,'while be was at worti on bis
books, she happened to ride past on
that frisky mare o' hers. The anlma^
got scared at " the puflUn* o' tha cosa
press over thar an* begun to «>t op.
The s*ddte,girth broke, an' she fell In
a dljtch. She wasn't hurt one speck,
an' seven or eight o' my men at the
compress ran out an' helped '«r np,
but George must 'a' though!; she WM,
f*r be turned as wblte a* a sheet la*
trembled all over as be made a'break
fer the spot; an' w)ien be seed no harm
had come to ber his face actually
puffed up, an' he couldn't apeak. An1
she jras- watchln' 'Im too. 8he wa*
perfectly cool an' lookln' at him jest
like she was enjoyln' bis excitement
She axed 'itn one or two questions; an*
it Iqoked to me like she was Jest doin'
it .beca'se be wasn't in the condition to
reply."
Mrs. Hlllyer laughed. "You ort to
'a' been a woman, Mr. Kenner. I didn't
know any man alive could' notice; like
that. But do you - reckon the pora
young man ever hopes to—you know
what I mean?"
•"That's the pretty párt of It" said
Kenner, with no little feeling. "It looks
to me like he-baln't never dreamt of
marryln', like he was Jest satisfied to
let things .go on as, they are. If I'm
any Judge, that is the most dangerous
sort p' lóve, ef á body kin call it that"
"I'll say this fer '.er." said Mrs. Hill
yér seriously, "I don't think she-is
woman that «ud handle a man's affec-
tions ilgbily Jest fer the fun o' the
thing. An' sora,etimes 1 think she is
doin* Jest like you say George to—Jest
a-lettin' the thing ,pull 'er along,
knowin'. as she does, that be hain't
the pian 'er folks ud accept So you
think George ralliy la Interested lb
•er?"
"That hain't the word fer It," said
Kenriér "As fer her bein'. above 'im
In station, what doe* that matter to
hlmV I've never seed bis equal fer
pride an' self, respect. 1 believe ef
ralliy refined young man Is put in low
sut^oundln's he'll maké a finer creature
sometimes than ef be was put among
the best No, George cayn't hide his
feelin's. I think maybe he bad some
hope before bis father's disgrace, but
he hain't now. Tbar waa a tobacco
drummer from Virginia in the office
fother dny, a$ he got to runnin' on.
like them sort o* men will, to me anr
Hanks. George was writtin' letters at
the desk. The drummer begun telíln'
ns about bein' astonished to see folks
like the Cranstons In. this out of the
way place. He said Miss Lydla was
the belle o' Richmond society an' bad
big public men runnin* after 'er. He
said our governor—you know Governor
Telfare la a widower abont my age-
well, he met 'ér at some military en
campment down south an' Is dead bent
on marryln' her. 1 wanted to stop the
feller, fer I knowed George was listen
In', but 1 couldn't take the liberty. I
seed George bad quit wrltln' an' was
lookln' out o' the window with bis Jaw
set like he was sufferln'.
Then the drummer begun to tell
about how she bad squelched a feller
up in Richmond. He- was a rich Yan
that was bein* entertained up tbar,
an' met her at some big dinner. It
seems sh* set right acrost tha table
from him, an' some'n'Jbe said agin the
southern aoldlera made 'er fire up. You
kntow two of her uncles was killed at
Gettysburg. Well, instead & apologis-
ing like he ort, be seemed to think It
wss mighty funny,>*n' he spent the
rest o' the dinner bittln' at the dead
Confederate soldiers—jest think & that
the dead ones!—said they bad no right
to b*ve flowers strewed on the'r graves
an' the like. The drummer aaid she
tuck it like a born lady, as mild a* she
could, out o' politeness, an' beca'se sbe
saw that the lady that give the party
waa worried by his conduct, but sbe
give the feller a cold star* after din-
ner, an' ordered her carriage to take
er home. The whole thing. It seems,
along with her good looks an' high
position, literally turned the Yankee's
lead. He made a dosen attempts after
that to meet 'er, but she r*f*sed to
have anything to do with 'Im. H*
found out whar she attended church,
an' went thar one Sunday, an* after
meetlh' was over he waited at the foot
o' the steps outside. Seems like be
counted on his smile doin'
fer when she appeared at
the steps be Jest tuek off
m
Mm
made a low bow, an'
■mVMi
said sh*
in ber
¡un
Mí.
. *
.In the fs(M% hat as af
was a beggar, an', without lookln* at
passed on down the Ateps. They
say it got out an' so much fqn was
made of it that the feller left Rich
mond. She'a Jeat like a iiueeu, any
way, Mrs. Hlliyer, but I'll tell you I
believe ahe likes George Buckley—I
believe she likes an' respects 'im. An"
sometltoes when I see her an' blm to-
gether I jeat feel Uke the two of 'em
1* doin' right to feel that a-way, even,
ef It never comes tó anything. It's
the prettiest sight on earth—that sort
o' thing is, Mrs. Hlllyer. An'j some-
times it seems to me that It's jest be
ca'se they are belt apart that they are
¿rawed so close together. She's at
the top, Mrs. Hlllyer. an' hia daddy
has. put up a wail betwixt the two, but
they are a-lookln' over It into, each
other's eyes an' a-wonderjn' — Jeet
•-wonderiq'."
Mrs. Hlllyer gaxed at the cotton buy-
er steadily, and hér eyes fllled, "Mr.
Kenner." she said unsteadily. "I've
listened to Some sermontf once in
awhile an' been blessed, but It wsb a
rare thing. But I give you my word
you've made me feel good this mornin'.
Huh, I neyer 'lowed it waa in you ! An*
Jest think, you hain't married. Thar**
oodlins.o' deservln' gals in the world,
lettin' the'r good hearts wither up
Without a speck o' love, an' yora rich
soul is dryln' up year by -year to this
musty warehouse. I tell you, I'm
goih' to find you a wife."
♦*! wish you would." Kenner laughed.,
"I'v-e got faith in yore jUdgment^an' I'd
take *ny you picked out an' be thank-
ful. An' this uffalr of George's makes
me wish I'd made better uae o' my time
'tore It wa* too late,"
"Too late nothin'," laughed Mrs. Hlll-
yer as she turned away. "You ara a
sight younger now than half o' these
beardless dudes that have already
danced their youth away."
Arriving it borne, the incrchant'*
wife bustled into tb* warm sitting
room, where her olece sat sewing at a
window, "and, throwing her shswl on
a chair, sh* stood before, the wood. fir*.
"Hortense," she said suddenly, "I
want to talk to ytou."
"To me?" ksked the young woman In
surprise. "Wbst isltr
Mrs. HUlyer stood before her. NI
want to say that Jim Kenner Is one
the best men 1 ever knowed, seed or
beard tell of. 1 want to a*y, moreover,
that he would marry under Jest the
right provocation. I want to add, too,
that this town Is iTull o' the blindest set
v gals tbst ever wore goWns."
"Well," gasped tyllea Snowdeo In sur-
prise, "I csn't see, why you are bnrllng
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Send SOcts. for book (post-paid) and Rebate Ticket
book by «nail within 60 days and w'e refund th« BOf. Or,
Rebate Ticket witl^$12 order for nursery stock and we will in
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nr. weekly and want mere home and traveling sal
W© ray vasll raE*.—Stark Bra's. LOUISIANA. He., AÜantk.lswi. fijrllcviik,
WE HAVE MOVED
•- f n to our new quarters in the Swinford
■ buildiug OQ Front Street, where we invité-
our triends and customers to call'ou us,
QÚr line of buggies, carriages, wegons,
harness, and saddlery is complete, our
prices low, and our terms easy. Now
| IT'S YOUR PLAY
J To remember the new location and give us your.
trade. Every thing needéd by the tarraer, the cattleman
tW. the gardener, or the business man in thje way of cari-iages,
¿ harness, orinpl'eménts can be found at our new store.
Saddles made and all kinda ot har-
ness repai work done on shor^order
y>;:
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SWINFORD BUILDING, FRONT STREET.
*********************
Orano s new eating house, open day and night.
Lunches and short orders a specialty. Game and
fish of all kinds, and oysters in season.
REGULAR DINNER 35 CENTS.
The only regular meal served. Every thing neat
and clean and well cooked. We solicit your
patronage.
W. C. DIGGS,
FRONT STREET PROPRIETOR.
«I
"Jim Kenner u one o' tkc belt men I
ever knowed, seed or heard tell of."
It In my ftfcel .I'm sure I have always
thought he was a nice sort of man.
He's always treated me nicely."
"Weil," and Mra. Hlllyet turned
away, "I've put a bug In yore year, an*
ef it don't kick it's dead; that's all I've
got to say."
The following Sunday, after the serv-
ice. she met Kenner Just outside the
church snd greeted him with a broad
smile.
"I've got yore case In bánd,M she
said, "an' I'm workin' It fer all lt'a
worth,"
He flushed «ó the roots of his hair
with amused gratification.
"You say yon have, Mrs. Hillyelrr.'
be stammered.
Kenner stood on the edge of the side-
walk and watched ber aa she Joined
her niece on the street corner. "I won-
der ef she could mean Miss Hortense,"
he ssld, hts blood rushing madly
through his reina. "L<ord, Lord, ain't
she nice? Fer all 1 know. Mrs. HUlyer
may be tryln' to talk me np with 'er.
Well, I wish she woñld, fef I never
ould dare to do It myself, as much as
ke It"
tye Continued.)
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Hon, James B. Seargent, col.
ector of customs at Port Ar-
thur, spent the day in Orange
así Sunday with his family^
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Harris, J. L. & Ford, Arthur L. The Orange Leader, Citizen-Record Consolidated (Orange, Tex.), Vol. 16, No. 18, Ed. 1 Friday, September 23, 1904, newspaper, September 23, 1904; Orange, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth183205/m1/3/: accessed April 27, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Lamar State College – Orange.