The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1891-11-20
Carried The Precinct.

recent reminiscent editorial on kiss
ing the wrong baby recalls the Inci-
dent.
Once upon a time many a year
ago, Isham q. Harris, the senior
United States Senator for Tennessee,
was making a canvas of his county
of Franklin for office-the Legisla-
lure perhaps-Or was it for Congress?
At any rate he and his opponent
travelled aroung together, their per-
sonal relations being very pleasant.
/ do not now recall the name OF
Mr.. Harris worthy competitor, but
for con venience will call him Jones.
1t was their habit to spend the night
with some farmer.
Late one afternoon after a long
days ride on horseback they drew
rein before the hum BILE dwelling of
Mr.. Scott, an agricClturist of &C
knowledge influence in bis district,
but whose store of worldly goods
was not to be compared to that OF
some of our modern money kings.
The Scots didn't even employ ser
want.
Mr.. Harris was very anxious to
make favorable impression npon
this family, for its head was power
at the polls in those days. Mr..
Jones was also quite willing to go
TO any trouble In order to secure
Mr.. Scott's good opinion, for he was
known over the county as the "boss"
of this particular precinct.
The two candidates were cordially
received, and while the farmer bus
led himself with caring for their
horses his good wife prepared to
milk the cows, which duty she al
ways performed prior to the cooking
of the evening meal.
There were no babies in the house
to kiss, no daughters to fatter and
no sons to praise, and as the can
didates revOlved these things over
In their minds each determined to
do something that would gain for
himself the lasting good will of the
sold lady"
| Mr.. Harris, always quick to think
and act, went out and drove up the
cows, letting down :he bars with his
own hands, and standing by ready
to render any further service that
might suggest Itself while Mrs. Scott
was fetching the pals.
Jones didn't propose to be cleft
and casting about for something tc
turn his hands to, he discovered that
the water bucket was empty. That
was a godsend. Selling the pal
he was off like shot to the spring,
taking care to pass near Mrs. Scott
that she might see how readily he
might adapt himself to circumstan-
ces.
Mr.. Harris took In the situation
at a glance and nearly lost his
breath when he saw the good house
wife smile her acknowled gments at
his opponent. 1t really looked as
If Jones had the best of it. for wasn't
the bringing of pail of water
from spring a quarter of mile
away a superior service to the rath-
er tame act of letting down the bars
Tor the cows to pass in from the pas
ture to the milking lot?
Jones didn't deign to look at Har-
ris as he walked proudly by on his
way to the spring. But Harris
mind was not idle, anil before Jon
es was half way down the hill, at
the foot of which he was to fiji bis
bucket with water, he had evOivel
brilliant idea.
Jones reached the spring, filleI
his vessel, and as he came up the
hill near the house was heard hum
ming" Coming thro' the Rye" He
was feeling comfortable at that mo-
ment, for he realized that his adver-
sary was mot in it, when it came
to contest in which the prize was
a wOman's smile.
But his complacency Was destin-
ed to speedy overthrow, for his
surprise and CONSERVATION knew
no bounds when, arriving at
the bars, he saw the willy Harris
sitting on stool. his head half
buried IN the cows flank and milk
ing away for dear life
History records the tact that Mr..
Harris carried the Scott precinct
on election. day.-Correspondence
Nashville Banner.