Pole Baker: A NovelHarben, Will N. (Will Nathaniel)
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Pole Baker: A Novel
Harben, Will N. (Will Nathaniel)
Georgia -- Fiction
“That knocked the old man off his perch ag'in. He wilted an' sat thar as
limp as a dish-rag. Joe Peters worships the ground Nelson walks on,
an', as much as he fears the old man, he busted out in a big chuckle an'
rubbed his hands together. Besides, he knowed Nelson was talkin' fer the
interest o' the business. He'd seed no end o' good customers sent off
fer no reason in the world than that Mayhew was scared o' his shadow.
“'I'll never consent to _that_, anyway,' Mayhew said, mighty nigh clean
whipped out.
“'Well, Moore & Trotter _will_,' Nelson said. 'That's one o' the things
laid down in the'r proposition.' An' the boy went to the desk an' drawed
out a sheet o' paper an' dipped his pen in the ink. The old man set
quiverin' awhile, an' then got up an' went an' stood behind the boy.
'Put down yore pen,' said he, with a deep sigh from away down inside of
'im. 'It would ruin me fer you to move to Darley--half the trade would
follow you. Go ahead, I'll keep you, an' run the risk.'”
The planter had been listening attentively, and he now said, admiringly:
“Even at that early age the boy was showing the talent that developed
later. It wasn't long after that, I believe, before he became the old
man's partner.”
“The next year,” answered Pole. “He saved every dollar of his wages and
made some good investments that turned out money. It wasn't a big slice
of the business at fust, but he owns a half now, an', countin' his
outside interests, he's wuth as much as old Mayhew. He's rich already,
captain.”
“So I've heard the women say,” smiled the planter. “Women always keep
track of well-to-do unmarried men.”
“It hain't 'spiled Nelson one bit, nuther,” added Baker. “He's the same
unselfish friend to me as he ever was, and I hain't hardly got a roof
to cover me an' mine. But as solid as he always was, he had a serious
back-set about three years ago, and all his well-wishers thought it was
goin' to do him up.”
“You mean when he took to drinking,” said Captain Duncan,
interrogatively.
“Yes, that's what I mean. He'd formed the habit when he was a boy, and
along with his prosperity an' late work-hours it begun to fasten its
claws on 'im like it has on some other folks I know, captain. He had a
lot o' night work to do, an' Thigpen's bar was right 'j'inin' the store.
Nelson used to slide in at the back-door whenever the notion struck 'im;
and he made the trail hot, I tell you. Old Mayhew kept a sharp eye on
'im, an' every now an' then he'd git powerful blue over the way things
was a-goin'. Finally the old cuss got desperate an' called a halt. He
had a straight talk with Nelson, an' told 'im they would have to divide
the'r interests, that he wasn't a drinkin' man hisse'f, an' he didn't
want to be yoked to a feller that was soaked half the time. It fetched
the boy to his senses. He come over to my house that night an' called me
out to the fence.
“'I want to make a deal with you, Pole,' said he.
“'With me?' says I. 'What sort of a deal?'
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