The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1891-04-08

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votes were cast between and 10 O'Clock
and up to noon not one-fourth of the total
vote registered had been cast throughout
| the city. Voting had been exceedingly
| dull. In the afternoon it picked up again,
| the female contingent commencing tc
warm up to the spirit of the occasion and
the consciousness of their high privilege
MYSTERIOUS CONSPIRACY.
| But this little feminine rustic of votes
| was only temporary and about o'clock
the dizziness became oppressive. In the
Third ward nobody was voting, but an oc
| casional carriage load Of fair creatures
and the electioneers had fallen back onto
| a discussion of the tariff and Jerry Simp
son. There was nothing done clearly. 10
| the First Ward at Cooper's livery stable
| most of the fellows had lit out for the
other wards in search of some enlivening
elixir. The judges and clerks passed the
time leisurely. In the Fourth ward the
workers had deserted their morning posts
| and were to be found squatted along the
curling on the shady side of the street.
The Second ward had relapsed into a
few spirited, but languid spouts on the
race problem" Up in the Fourth ward
the crop propects were diagnosed. 1t was
fearfully dull. All over the city there
was that same absence of voters It was
from such state as this that a suspicion
| was engendered in the minds of the Re-
publican managers that there was some
thing the matter and that some scheme
was ''on." 1t had been limited that the
Alliance was to rush the voters in all of a
sudden towards evening and overwhelm
the Carey vote, which was generally con
coded to be in the lead. Mr.. Furley, the
Alliance candidate, was credited with the
statement that nothing but Furley would
be put in between o'clock and g." The
EAGLE representative Intercepted Mr..
Furley in regard to this statement during
the afternoon, but the doctor did not reply
except with merry twinkle in his eye.
IT DIDN'T TRANsPIRE.
The opposition forces could not account
for the small Alliance vote. They had
been lead to believe from certain develop
ments that it was "a large one. Why didn't
the Alliance vote materialize? And was
there a scheme to run the Alliance ballots
in in a body? AS the hours passed on
without any visible change, they summon
ed up the secret order mysteries and latent
powers of the Alliance; the stories of a
large Alliance parade that was said to be
ready to swoop down on the town from the
country, and made over numerous rumOrs
they had heard Of The comfortable thing
about it was that there were only a few
hours left for the conspiracy to develop.
So the apprehensive sat down and waited
Three o'clock came, no change-the same
dullness; 4 o'clock came, no change-as
dull as ever; 5 o'clock came, a few laboring
men who were 'off'' early were fixed up
and sent to the ballot-box. There was
still no Alliance avalanche. The packing
houses voted up on Thirteenth street.
Their votes were mostly for Carey, it is
said. Six O'Clock came; the laboring vote
came in, but it was not all Alliance. There
was only one hour left The voting went
on steadily. But there was no avalanche.
The conspiracy was mares nest. The
Carey, Clement, Furley and Lawrence
workers mixed up indiscriminately and
battled for the ballots singly. The polls
closed with steady voting. Voting for the
township ticket, by state law, stopped at 6
o'clock. The votes on mayor were received
until Z.
THE FOUR CANDIDATES.
There is something peculiarly taking
about city election. 1t bears more sem
blance to battle than state or national
election, and the smell Of powder and the
noise of bursting shells is more discernible.
The principal charm is that the leaders
are on the ground, personally, and are do
ing some of the most laborious and cour-
ageous fighting themselves 1t takes some
grit for a man to refute dirty, mean
accusation against himself from an insig-
nificant vagrant by dispassionate logical
sequence But this candidate for city
Office has to do many and many time. A
fight for mayor is battle of men, and in
this case, where party lines were so thor
oughly obliterated, it was clearly so. 1t
was not fight between the Citizens ALI
ance or the Farmers Alliance, or the, indie
pendents or Citizens ticket, but it was
Carey. Clements, Furley and Lawrence
The question was not, Are you a Demo
crst?" or Are you Republican," but,
(Which man are you for?" The fight was
between the men and largely question of
personal and not political prowess. They
were all watching, waiting and working
for results Yesterday morning each one
was confident. The following is given as
a neat interview with the four candidates
early yesterday morning:
Mr.. Carey said: Il will be elected mayor
of this city"
Mr. Clements said: Il will be elected
MAYOR of this city"
Mr. Furley said: Il will be elected mayor
of this city,"
Mr.. Lawrence said: AZ will be elected
mayor of this city"
They were all confident. If they enter
tanned any doubts in their own minds they
were careful not to allow the public to get
At them.
HOW THE CANDIDATES SPENT THE DAY.
The candidates for mayor were not TO be
,utdone by their workers. They were out,
too. John B. Carey did not visit the polls,
personally, but received his followers and
advised with them in the Office of the
hotel In the afternoon he got out on the
sidewalk in front of his big building and
walked back and forth between the poll
ng place. near at hand and the hotel.
His well-known derby was pulled down
over his forehead. and he held a
cigar tightly between his teeth with an
,ir that was as determined rs hopeful.
occasionally arrived and kept
him informed as to how the thing was
going. which quickened his pace some If
he news happened to be adverse.
Mr.. Clement (the names are taken in
alphabetical ORDER was personally on the
ield and did as hard days work as any
man in town. He was in his single rig
md started out fresh in the morning with
his plug hat shining il the sun and tilted
pack at hopeful, energetic angle He
worked hard. He drove from polling