Connecticut western news., 1892-02-18
HE MIXED THE COWS.
An Incident of the Days When Candi
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An Incident of the Days When Candi-
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 In one congressional campaign MT. Harris and his competitor stumped the county together and spent the nights at the farmers houses. -e
 Late one afternoon, after long days ride on horseback, they drew rein before the, humble dwelling of MT. Scott, an aged agriculturist of acknowledged influence in his dis trict, but whose store of worldly goods was not to be compared to that of some of our modern money kings. The Scotts did not even employ a servant. ..-
 MT. Harris was very anxious to make favorable impression upon this family, for it's head was the pow CT at the polls in those days. MT. Jones was also quite willing to go to any trouble in order to secure MT. Scott's good opinion, for he was known all over the country as the ''boss" of this particular precinct.
 The two candidates were cordially received, and while the farmer busted himself with caring for the horses his good wife prepared to milk the COWS, which duty she always per formed prior to cooking the evening meal
 There were no babies in the house to kiss, no daughters to fiatter and no sons to praise, and as the candi- dates revolved these things over in their minds each determined to do something that would gain for him self the lasting good will of the ''old lady" --..-.
 MT. Harris, always quick to think and act, went out and drove up the COWS, letting down the bars with his own hands and standing by ready to render any further service that might suggest itself while Mrs. Scott was fetching the pails. <
 Jones didn't propose to be left" and, casting about for something to turn his hands to, discovered that the water bucket was empty. That was godsend. Seizing the pail he was off like shot to the spring, talk ing care to pass near Mrs. Scott, that she might see how readily he could adapt himself to circumstances.
 Mr. Harris took in the situation at a glance, and nearly lost his breath when he saw the good housewife smile her acknowledgements at his opponent. 1t really looked as though Jones had the best of it, for wasn't the bringing of pail of water from spring quarter of mile away superior service to the rather tame act of letting down the bars for the COWS to pass in from the pasture to the milking lot2
 Jones did not deign to look at liar ris as he walked proudly on his way to the spring. But Harris mind was not idle, and before Jones was half way down the hill, at the foot of which he was to fill his bucket with water, he had evolved brilliant idea.
 Jones reached the spring and filled his vessel, and as he ceme up the hill near the house was heard humming the old familiar air of "Comin Thro' the Rye" He was feeling very com fortable at that moment, for he real ized that his adversary was not in it" when it came to contest and the prize was a woman's smile
 But his complacency was destined to speedy overthrow. for his sur prise and consternation knew no bounds when, arriving at the bars, he saw the willy Harris sitting on stool, his head half buried in the cows Hanks, milking away for dear life.
 History records the fact that Mr Harris carried the Scott precinct on election day.-Nashville Banner.