The freeman. (Parkersburg, W. Va.) 1886-18??, 1888-10-31
TOUCHING APPEAL.
81 Want to Vote for My
Pa
Read this Story, and Let Whoever
is UnmOved Refuse to Work
for the Amendment.

GOOD morning, my little man,
and who will you vote for to-day ?"
So said nelghbor to little jim
mie Lam bert, brave fiye,year-old.
It was village election day, and the
neighbor was on his way to the
polls. Jimmie Strengthened himself
up, and was puzzled but for a mo-
ment-a bright thought struck
him.
"I-rm goia' to vote for my pa"
he said, as if there could be no
doubt about the propriety Of that.
81 guess you are hardly big
enough" replied the man, laughing,
shut you might try"
Jimmie's old plays suddenly grew
stale. Here was a new thing that
men were doing, and he wanted to
do the same for all play is but an
imitation Of real life, whether it be
the play of children in tbs nursery,
or of grown.up people on the stage.
But he was sorely puzzled how to
do it, and after trying several
things, and calling them voting,
he said to his little sister, fourteen
months younger than himself:
"Mamie, let's go an vote down
town." and off they went. But
mamma saw them. Now Mrs. Lam.
bert was somewhat out Of temper
that day; for Mr.. Lambert, while
fuddled with beer at the saloon, had
just made peculiarly unfortunate
bargain. He had traded his COW,
one main support of his family, for
a washing-machine, which some
mooth-tongued guzzler assured him
would do their washing before
Notwithstanding, of course, if
they commenced early enough.
Mrs. Lambert was kneading bread
and brooding over the matter, when
she spied her two children just
turning into the street.
"Jimmiel" she cried. flames
Henry! Do you hear me2 Come
into the house."
James Henry obeyed, but reluc-
family
"Pm goin' to vote for pa" he
said, by way of apology.
II wish you would vote for him."
retorted Mrs, Lambert, as she went
into the pantry after some flour,
Chat he wouldn't have any saloon
to 60 to-"
This was taken at once by Jim
my as his mothers permission to
do the voting forth with, and, slip
ping out of the door, he was soon
on his way to the hall, carefully
leading Mamie by the hand.
The usual question of License or
No License was before the people,
and as the contest was expected to
be very close, the excitement ran
high. Each side had computed its
forces, and was seeing that their
last man was brought in. The
large room was full of men looking
on, passing tickets, keeping tally
of voters, or discussing the situa-
ton in loud tones. Jimmie, still
holding Mamie's hand, timidly
twitched mans coat, and looked
up in his face.
Il want to vote for my pa" he
said.
You're too small, nv little man,
| To-"
"Who is it?" cried a second.
sam Lambert's children," re-
sponded some one.
Lobbying for new candidate 2"
"Glve him g vote !"
"Give him a chance!"
So ran the EXPLANATIONS around
the room.
Give us speech" said q brawny
gunsmith. "What Office does your
pa want?"
And SO saying, he stood the
children side by side upon the
judges table. All were hushed for
moment in expectation of some
thing to cause fresh merriment.
Some who had just come in stood,
with their ballots in their hands.
enjoying the diversion with the
rest.
"Poor little things!" said one, in
sympathetic whisper, as if to sug
gest that the NAV had oona for