The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1890-05-01
For the EaplP.
AN EPISODE OF A KANSAS MUNICH
PAL ELECTION.

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Waiting the returns to hear
She sat in the mellow lamplight.
And she knew she was very fair.
She unused of all the days doings,
OF the smiles, the side looks and the
sneers,
And as she thought of what Mrs. Forty
would say
| If beaten, she burst into a passion OF
| tears.
She has sent Will to get the last news,
As he said they were nearly all in,
| And the way it looked. she was beaten,
But she could not believe such a sin.
She had consented to run for the council,
At the earnest solicitation of friends,
And she had been kind to the people that
day,
That she'd never again see with lens
She had kissed little babes of all colors.
Though ragged and dirty as sin,
! Had shown the sweetest of metals
| To their mama 's-but never again.
/ She unused and thought how horrid,
| How awful, but then dear VIII
| Had said she just must do so,
/ IL she the office would fill
They mad told her all women must join,
| And break up the joints and dens,
| Or they would all lose their husbands.
Their brothers and fathers and friends.
! And VIII had laughed when she told him,
\ anu C1ilcu UQeJn a lou OF Oiu mems,
| She pOuted her lips so pretty,
| Then let down her beautiful hair,
! Then listened for the sound Of Wills foot,
| steps,
And then exclaimed, well I declare.
She heard some one coming slowly
Up the noisy and boisteroUs street,
And she knew it was darling VIII,
So she quickly prepared him TO meet.
At last the steps came nearer.
At last they stopped at the door,
She would 90 down and meet him,
And let him in Just as Of YOre.
a wave of emotion swept DER her,
The color came into her face,
As the thought of whatever Mrs. Grundy
might say
With her VIII it was always peace.
As she opened the door she said: Darling,
/ love you! love you, my own dear VIII,
And | don't care if Pm beaten,
You alone my heart can fill"
He folded her in his arms so strong
And gently broke the news,
She had been beaten three to one
By the husband of that, Mrs. News.
She thought that night, and thought
deeply,
With oh! such a weary sigh.
How it was, when two ran for one office,
Only one could be the Eli
She knew how her dear friends" would
say
Would say with a well covered sheer,
That they were SO sorry she was beaten,
And that each would drop a false tear.
She knew, now, that few were sorry,
That some were really glad,
And although she did not care for the
beating,
Such thoughts made her awfully mad.
She would 90 TO church just the same,
Put on her best dress, and all that;
She would look Supremely happy
IN her sealskin cloak and new hat.
She would carry herself as gaily,
As cOOlly and uncOncerned
As though that bold Mrs. Frayley
Had not her downfall mOurned.
She would sing in the choir as usual,
Never dropping bar nor note,
Returning the concealed scOrn in each
greeting
With bold, How did you vote?
She would then come home with a head !
ache.
Which no one would know of but VIII, |
But the last time she'd go near election" |
Or attempt an old office to fill
Yes, she was downright glad she was
beaten;
She would pass it all off as joke,
But if any of her dear friends ever ran
She would help them pass under the /
yoke.
She thought of dear VIII, so patient,
She had neglected him time and again.
No planning with short-haired women
And those horrible, lOng-haired men.
But, all, she was now in her senses
She would never be bad any more:
She would conjugate love in all lenses
With VIII again, just as of yore
Her thoughts became misty and dreamy,
Her utterance uncertain and faint,
And she was soon sleeping as sweetly
As ever was cherub or saint.
SURE ENOUGH KANSAN.
Spivey, April Is, 1890