Indiana American. [volume] (Brookville, Ind.) 1833-1861, 1854-06-30

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-Messrs. Rogers, Burton, and Hays,Mr. |
Henderson being absent. II is proper |
10 state, for the benefit Of the reader,
that Mr.. Blakely, when nomina ted for
the Office, refused to pledge himself to
20 either for or against license. Claim
ing TO be temperance man, IL was
thought by many he would exert his in
huence secretly,if not openly, agains,
tho traffic. On account OF this, the
fumsellers were afraid TO trust their cause
in his hands; and desired the presence Of
Mr.. Henderson, as he was decided
friend TO the liquor party.
Immediately otter the board was or
ganzed, Mr.. Doty, an old veteran In the
traffic, who had become exccssiv ely
heshy from lndolent habits, presented
himself before them, saying, al hope
this honorable body will bear with mo
while ] make sinele suggestion. !
feel no-ways anxious about the matter;
but Il seems TO me, since our friend
Henderson Is not here, Il would be well
10 adjourn 10 some future time. lie
told me last night he would be here, II
POSSIBLE"
"That," said Mr.. Blakely. sis very
good suggestion. The board will stand
adjourned until one o'clock this after
noon. That will giveyou time to got him
here"
Mr.. Doty made low bow TO reclpro-
cate the favor, and passed out OF the
room. No time was lost In procuring a
horse and starting Ned Darby, the host.
ler, for Squire Henderson. Ned crack
his whip, turned about the carriage on a
short curve, Us Ii anxious 10 exhibit his
skill as driver, and refined up 70 the
bar.room door for his orders. Doty came
up to him, give him n very significant
look, which Ned well understood, slight
ly tapped him on the shoulder, aud said,
"Now, Ned, try your shill In bringing
out Of the old marc her trotting qualities.
Don't let the grass grow under her
feet You are Ia good cause. The
good old book says you must never be
weary In well doing, you know. Tell
the squire he must be on hand. Tell
him TO remember next spring he will
want US all to vote for him again; will
you, Nedl"
"Yes," replied Ned, "Ill toll him all
that, and more tew."
Ned being well charged, started of
like an engine under full head OF steam,
and scarcely allowed the old mare to
break her trot until no came in sight of
the squire's house. His meditatlons and
reflections on the way wrought up his
feelings to high degree. Tne thought
that perhaps the man Is sick, or some
member OF his family, or that he might
be from homo, filled his mind with some
doubt respecting the results Of his
Journey. TO have failed OF securing the
squire, would have been greater dsap-
polntment 10 Ned than the defeut at
the battle OF Waterloo was to Napole-
on. He ulightod from his buggy, hastily
tied the old mare 10 the fence, ran to
the door, and hurrIodly inquired, "Is the
squire at homel"
"Whyl Ned Darby What on earth
il the matterln asked Mrs. IIonder-
son.
"Matier 'nough, I should think
Them nv cold-water follers Is blzzy agin,
Jest as they was last year aud year be-
fore. They're tryin' TO stop Ticker
sellIn.' Where did you say tho squire
wasp
Gle is over on tho Nowcomb lot,
ploughng; you know where that is."
"My graclousl' claimed Ned; "they
will cut of every tap, and break every
bottle, before can go over there and
gIt him down 10 town. Can't drive
over there no how 'Sposo there's no
way but to work my passage. az tho ca.
nal boys say"
His thoughts. as he clambercd over
fences and waded through ploughed
fields, were far from being pleaaant.-
After n fifteen minutes walk, he found
the squire.
"Why. aquIro' said Ned, exhausted
and cut OF breath; "why o-o--on earth
amt you at your post"
"What'a the matter, Ncdl"
"Woll-you-see--squ squlre-ihem-ar
--cold water chaps are tryln' to make u
drive again to stop Ticker selln."
"Who did you sayl'
"Why, the fanatics that's tryln' IL
every year. They have been holdln'
meetln's every night for a month, a pur-
/, pus, and passin resolutions agin' ginin'
license e;ealllnHit murder and robbery and
; all sorts o'names. And tell you, squire,
II they have their way about Il, nobody
can't get Ticker enough to wet u sore
finger, and guess that will breed a
storm In these diggin's. Folks has al
: lers had IL; and I tell you, squire, they
q alters will"
. "Yes but, Ned, where Is Mr.. Rogers!
. He will see TO that"
:, "l tell you, squire, he amt TO be
pended on; he's jlst like an old shoe;
y there's no more starch In him than there
Is in--ln--a tow string In wet day.
Q He'll cave right in before old Hays and
Burton; he won't dare say his soul his
, own. Come you must 90. Come, hur-
. ry, right along-for tell you. squire, il
q you don't, you'll think about il next
u town meetin': your time, you know, viii
: be out one year from next Jinawary.'
! ayes; but, Ned, Mr.. Burton has al
ways gone for license; he will go right
: won't hel"
=, "There's the deuse on't-he's turned
. right agin us; he says he will never sigI
!, any more licenses for nobody. Ant
!. you know, when he gifts his old hea'
, set, you might as well try to turn th'
= wind"
= 81 don't see as there is any use OF m.
~ going. II Hays and Burton 60 agains
!, licenses, we shall stand two and two;an
~ | understand Blakely will go against
= also."
5, "You can show your good will by 90
10 in. any how; and about Blakely, ne
r body don't know how he will 60 till he
IN tried"
re The squire feeling the full force {
u Ned's arguments, put his plough in th
n possession Of one o: his hired meI
nd scraped the mud from his boots, slippe
n, on his coat, and followed Ned. TIL
dy distance to the house was passed in $
or lence. Ned's mind was occupied wit