Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1880-01-16

you say tho Squiro WaS!
allo is over on tho Ncwcombo lot
you know wherothat is."
"My graoious!' exclaimed Nod; "thcy
will cut off every tap and break every bottle
before can go over thcro and git him
down to town! Can't drive over thero no
how. 'Spose there's no way but to work
my passage, as the canal boys say"
His thoughts, us ho olamborcd over
fences and waded through ploughcd fields,
woro far from being pleasant. After u
fifteen minutes walk, he found tho Squire.
"Why, Squire" said Ned, exhausted and
out Of breath; "Why o-o-on earth amt
y-you at your post?
"What's tho matter, Ncd?'
"Wcll~-you-scc - Squire = them ar
cold water chaps arc tryin' to make drive
agin to stop Ticker solin'."
"Who did yon say?"
"Why, tho fanatics that's tryin' it every
year. They have bccn holdin' meet
ins every night for a month, purpus, and
u passin' resolutions agin' givin' license,
calm it murder und robbery, and all sorts
o names. And toll you, Squire, if they
have their way about it, nobody can't git
enough to wet sore finger, and guess
that will breed storm in these aiggins.
Folks has rllc,s had it, and tell you,
Squire, they alters wil!'
eyes; but, Ned, where is Mr.. Rogers?
lie will see to that"
~ tell you, Squire, hc amt to bo 'pondcd
on; hos just like an old shoe; there's no more
starch in him than thcro is in-in--a tow
string on wet day. He'll cave right in
before old Hayes and Burton; Eo won't dare
say his soul's his own. Como, you mast
80. Coluc, hurry, right along, for l tell
you, Squire, if you don't, you'll think
about it next town mcctin'; your time, you
know, will bo out ono year from next Jina.
wary"
eyes; but Ned, Mr.. Burton has always
como for license; lie will 90 right, won't hc?"
''Therc's tho deueo on't-ho's turned
right agn US; he says he will mover sign
any more licenses for nobody. And, you
know, when he gifts his old head set, you
might as well try to turn tho wind"
I'll don't sec as there is any usc Of my
going. If Hayes and Burton 80 against
Iiccnscs, VIC shall stand two and two; and
l understand Blakcly will go against it
also"
"You can slow your good will by goin',
anyhow, and about Blakely, nobody don't
know how ho'll 90 till he's tried"
The Squire feeling the full force Of Ncd's
put his plough in the possession
of one of his hired men, scrupcd the mud
from his boots, slipped on his coat and fol-
lowed Ned.
Tho distance to tho house was passed iu
silence. Ncd's mind was occupied with the
evils cDGcnlcrcd by fanatics, and the
Squirc's with tho motive power of threat
when directed through the ballot box.
"Wcll, old mayc," said Ned, "you're
fresh agin, amt you? Spread yourself
You must take mo aud the Squire down to
town in jiIy.'
After they wcro under way, Ned being in
good spirits in view Of his success, now aud
then cracked his whip to jog the old marc s
memory of her responsibility.
"Ncd," said the Squire, who was little
curious to know moro about tho origin Of
the threat, "who told you if did not como l
would be sorry for it next town meeting
dayY
"O-nothiu'-only Mr.. Do,y kinder
'udcd tcw it Jest MS was startin.' l 'xposc
how I,o didi,'' mean notiiu' by ii. lies a
good friend . yourn. You sec, Squire, if
Ticker is taken away, you won't be 20 likely
to be run in agin. A good many voto Jest
Us Mr. Doly and Mr. Parks tells 'cm tcw,
for drink O. Ticker. Over in Grog Valley
there's morc'n twenty votes jest us Mr.. Doty
tells 'cm tcw."
"Why, Ned, 90 you believe that is SOP
"l}y gosh, Squire, don't b'licvc nothin'
about ii; know it.. When you was run
in, had barrel O whiskcy hid in the old
horse barn. Mr. Doty told nc to take
them az Greg Valley lclers and give 'cm
Jest as much us they could dlinE; and he
told nc to be su,c aud tel! 'cm every time
that you was no cold water man, aud would
go for license. Gosh, Squire, the way |
rolled in the votes for you that day was
curious. And jest at night happened to
think OF old Sim Bacon, who was sick. and
couldn't como. told MIR. Doty on it, and
he sent up artcr him with his top carriage,
jest to git his vote for you, Squire, cause
you said you'd 70 for license, if put in"
10 this disclosure of the stralcgcms
employed to secure his election the Squire
had no reply TO make. AS they drove
up to the door, the multitude gave th,oo
hearty cheers for Mr.. Henderson; ana poor
old Joe Flcming, who was SO drunk he, lay
fiat on his back in the mud, swung his lat
to express his JOY. Nlessrs. Parks, Doty,
Snibts and Erccln gathered around him,
and commenced telling him what the tcm-
pcrancc mcn were trying to DO, and painted
in glowing colors what would be tho result
if they succeeded; closing up by reminding
him that he was elected by their cxcrtions,
and that they would elect him again, if he
would cote 'igM on the question now at
issue.