Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1890-11-09

and see what the pretty brown eyes were
doing. he caught just one blushing
glance that seemed as enc of approval of
his efforts. And again he had the pleas
ant conscious thrill. After one more
speech the meeting closed, and Joe saw the
old man going to harness up-his "Pega.
sus." so he followed him for few last words,
in hopes of an introduction to the fair dis
turber of his peace-the undisturbed quiet
Of thirty-seyen years, the candidate with
the brown eyes whose election for his
heart was assured if she would accept the
nomination. - -
"Wal." said the old man as he came up,
"you felIers talked scrumptious, and laid
over the Democrats fine. But which of
you is lying to catch votes? I swanny
to golly, can't tell. The Pubs say the
Dems are raseals, and visa VERSA, and it's
nip and tuck twixt US. Guess Pll sit on
the rail and see who comes up first"
ooh, no." said Joe, stick to your
principles; vote a straight Republican
ticket first, last and all the time"
"And you as chromo," said the old
man, slyly winking at the hostler. "Wal,
Pil go home and roommate a spell. If
you fellers lie you will git retaliation m
say, mebe / won't forgit yer when it
comes to the day. Gae lang, JaneF' and
he drove up to the porch steps, where
two were awaiting him.
To theold mans cry of "Come, Mar. ! am
as shivery as a coyote without any har
on him." and the old lady, comley and
| active. stepped in, and then the pretty
young lady companion of the afternoons
drive. Waving his whip the old man turned
around and said: ''Mar, our new distreek
'terny. Ny old woman, Mr.. Condon.'
Joe shook the old lady's hand, then the
old man continued-"Our school marm
| Mr.. Condor" Joe's eyes sought the
brown ones, and small hand was held
out For a second it remained in his, and
| then the wagon ratified on, and Joe was
left with memory of sweet voice
$50 mastering sweet in its musical tone,
1t caught him. il held him, and made him
her own"
He met her at several dances after this
and each time he saw her he was more in
love. Her charming manner, her sweet,
true womanliness, her amiable temper,
enthralled him, made him willing cap.
| tive. She, too, seemed more than pleased
to be with him, and met him frankly,
pleasantly, but he could not tell whether
she loved him or not.
On his way home he called at the ranch.
The old man welcomed him as an old and
tried friend, and the old lady was exceed
ingly kind He asked after Miss
Godfrey. She's in the valley, now" said
the old man, "restin' spell before teaching.
The people here like her mighty much,
and every doggone boy in school would do
anything for her. The man as gets her
| for wife is lucky, you betcher life. She
amt one of yer skittish hyfalutes, and
! don't fly up the creek when an elderly per.
son speaks to her word of advise and
| that modest she don't but just glaze at a
man except them as suits her. And she
| accerds with everybody, and we have some
quarrelsome people roundabouts that don't
| know how to accord with anyone except q
| cord of wood" And the old man giggled
| huskily at the pun. Joe was very much
| disappointed at not seeing Zilla, but her
praises as sung by the old man were sweet
to him. She had boarded there Ions
enough for the old couple to know hei
true worth.
Elections were over, the ballots counted
| and in a valley town in snug Office Joe
sat with his head on his hands and his
elbows on his knees He had lost. His
opponent had won by majority of two
He was disappointed, he was so positive Of
his party vote, and he had done his best
He reviewed the canvass, but could not
see what he had done that should have been
left undone, or what he had left undone.
Well, it was over. He must now pick up
the thread Of daily life as plain attorney,
the threads of business that had rather
loosened 10 all those busy days.
And as for those wine-brown eyes, he
could not trust himself to see her unless
his way was clearer, but he would not give
her up. A man in love has many ways
and means of Accomplishing desired end
ways and means not open to girl in love
He could write, ask her to correspond,
send her music, books, papers; evince ali
the interest in her, and keep her interested
in himself. Her parents were dead and
she lived with some relatives some miles
below the city. She was normal school
graduate and had been successful teacher
for some years. Anyway some day he
would win her for his wife, bnt could not
think of that just at present.
A week passed. He received short,
very short note from the old man in the
mountains. 1t read:
"Mr Condor terny at law, Sir I'm gol
durn sorri you got left.
s'No more frum your fren
"PETER GoLDIN"
Then came the public ball to the win
ners in the race, and Joe met Zilla. She
looked so dainty and sweet in her party
dress of black net over pink silk, his heart
gave as loud a thump as if one hit the
head of an empty barrel with a stone !;
surely she must hear it, But no, her
brown eyes smiled confdingly at him, as
if she never guessed the thought her sweet
presence raised in his heart.
Joe was foolishly, deliriously happy.
They danced and talked, and danced again,
his love confessed in every glance, and
she bloomed and blushed like rose in
the sun, and Joe "took heart of grace"
and he decided to propose. He could
work the harder. But wisdom came to
his aid, and he would write to her, as
she told him she had winter school at
MlliDuTu lOT tuc lcIul, anu WOulu ledVe
the next day.
A few days after the ball notice was
sent him that an error had been made in
the count of the Third District ballots,
and he was elected by majority of two.
That decided him; successful candi-
date, now would she accept him?
He wrote and laid his heart and name
at her feet, and like true lover lapsed
into poetry-but not his own-he borrowed
Justin McCarthy's lines:
81 love you dearly, OH my sweet,
Although you pass me lightly by.
And tread my heat beneath your feet.
tremble at your touch, l sigh
To see you passing down the street
long to kiss your hand and cry,
love you dearly, oh, my sweet
Although you pass me lightly by"
Her answer came A blow to all his hopes.
1t read:
'Yes, you had won my love, but frem
recent reliable information received, l was
sorry to hear that you were addicted to
drink. cannot pledge my faith and love
to one who might in the future fill a
drunkard's grave. Regretting this, but
Won will see that 1t is best for both of MS