The Bennington banner. [volume] (Bennington, Vt.) 1858-1894, 1892-08-19
A VOTER IN MICRoBE.

Time, a Presidential campaign. Place,
an interior Southern town. Scene, a
pretty, impertinent cottage standing
back from the main street. In the best
parlor, which vainly struggles to be brio
O-brac-ish, is a dainty bit of womankind
"a brunette, all brown. At this moment
she is working herself into curious
sort of rage. She has pecked at each
piece of furniture with turkey wing
buster, and is now standing on chair,
manipulating the mantel shelf. The
latter is not blOated by objects of Uertu.
A few vases, cups and saucers, silver
candlesticks, and little plaster Samuel,
complete the list. On one end she has
recently added (NOachuan) mirror with
narrow furnished frame, in whose upper
section is a wonderful painting Of i'm
possible fields, dotted with prior race
of CANNES, and single prehistoric
female descending a red IS" shaped
path. 1t had been reposing in the
Vaughn garnet for a century but during
the craze has been awarded place of
honor on the parlor shelf.
Her name is Minnie Vaughn, and her
face is just now puckered to frown.
Upon her left third finger is a suggestive
gold band-but of that hereafter.
A quick firm step in the hall is fol-
lowed by an athlete of the male species.
She greets him with pout and shrug,
and buses herself with imaginary dust
specks.
81 thought l would look ill.," he says
alphabetically, Though it isn't my hour.
Are you too occupied to look at me?"
He comes nearer.
81 don't see how you can expect me to
look at yOu," she virulently answers.
"Here am |, the affairs of my country
going on, not allowed voice. It's pre-
sumable I'm as interested as lot of
stupid men," Increased acidity.
"Of course you are, pet, and the big
gest diamond in the country"
"Psha! l will have my say! have a
mind above busting and-that."
'Bless your spicy little heart! Who
says you haven't? When we go to
housekeeping you shan't touch dust
wing, but" puzzled, 81 thought women
liked busting"
Like itl' in small rage. eve hate
it! Only we are opposed to living in dust
heaps. Suppose left this room to the
tender mercies of Bina? You would lean
against the mantel and retie frescoed ;
or worse still, there would be an End
less Alleluia' of mud-daubers along the
wall"
"They don't hurt anything" with
mannish righteousness.
81 have left one," disdainfully, Gin
the pantry as an experiment. 1t has
been there year, and remind Bina of
its existence twice week.
'Shes afraid of the supersti ton. l
heard her confde to Jerry yesterday dat
fore de Lawd she break huff CHI any
d'out NEEDLE long er dem onrighteous
dauber'n
"Superstitions are convenient some
times. AS for Jerry, he can't tell when
this country was discovered, yet he's
more of voice i'll it than l have"
"Bless my stars!" distractedly.
"And when | asked him which way he
voted he said, ponds on de way OBJ de
wind. Hef hit blows publican den
votes dat-a-way. Hef hit sorter scents
Dimocrat, l scents too. l bin human
eighty two-year cum next cottOn-pickin'
an l find de best way am not to run
ginst sot currents. l votes longer de
wind And here am l. free, white and
twenty one, and"
"You enticing morsel I'll vote your
ticket every time! Am not your repre-
sentative?" reproachfully.
81 do not wish REPRESENTATIVES, ~
PIOAy, SlduuIy'
"Peace above, Mn, where did you
acquire so much solid informationP"
IL attended a woman's meeting, and,
thank Heaven, my eyes are opened at
last"
''Such big brown ones might have
been opened a century, at least" soto
uOce.
"And I'm OIL committee to distribute
circulars, and
sit riled you because they made you
catspaw," laughing.
''No such thingr" Indignantly. "Be-
cause you men are so lazy and self-suffi-
cient, and think lat least your manner
assumes it), that our minds are not
above the mediocrity of dust wing"
Bless my stars!'
"And I've come to the conclusion,
that it is better to be negro man than a
white woman. Even tifteen-year-O old
Ned faunts the privileges of his sex in
my face"
She turns quite to him now. Her
position gives him an advantage which
he seizes.
Now" warningly, take back what
you said Just now. It's the coarsest
thing ever heard lapy say"
81 won't either!'
"You shall-halloow
sob, what have you done? It's one of
Ned's horned beetles! The wretch! He
must have turned the jar over it. He's
always bringing reptiles into the house
The huge bug, thus unexpectedly re-
leased, BUNDLED gayly around the room.
"Why, Min. it's only beetle"