The Forrest City times., 1893-01-27

| ldiu NtONED On INC pIclIN couSiu
BILE hard. but / told him it warn't no
use. I'm all sole alone to-day, for my
sons gone away and there's slathers o.
things to do"
"It won't take you an hour, Mr.. Van
derson. The elections awfully close.
and we need every vote we can get, l
pleaded
do, ch? Well. We can't have mine,
young sir" answered he, looking ex-
tremely obstinate .Fustly, this wag-
on's to lie"
"I'l help you on that exclaimed L.
jumping from the buggy and grasping
the oil can.
Secondly. the stoves to black" ho
continued, giving up the oiling to me-
without protest.
''I'll do that, too"
Thirdly, the ashes is to sift for
mulching the apple trees
And that, too" persisted, wonder
ing how it happened that all his jobs
should be either dirty or dusty. He
began to show signs of yielding.
IF yc can git through in time, p'r'aps
III go with ye. young SIR
| made nasty calculation and con.
cluded that by rushing matters l
might make "a close connection at
the town hall. SO began to rush mg t.
! terS.
Ny oiling of that wagon must have
been a rare sight, and my backing OF
that stove a rarer. BY the time / be-
! gan to sift the ashes my face and
clothes were oil where they were not
all stove polish. The ashes combined
with the other substances and the per-
spiration arising from my exertions
formed remarkable compile Xion pow
! der.
Meanwhile old Mr.. Vanderson lighted
a pipe, seated himself comfortably to
windward of my whirling ash dust and
talked on about his farm, family,
friends and foes until l thought he
would drive me distracted. Then he
began to ask me questions about the
studies at school, and, finding astrono-
my to be one of them, Immediately
brought out his hobby-a theory that
the moon is inh3 ted.
Upon this be arg ed To such an uu-
bearab 'egree at heartily wished
the mo !. were inhabited by Nan6er-
F. sou, VOLS OE no FOIc- DliI L idu put y
hand to the ash sitter and | would not
look back.
finished the work, did three or four
more little jobs which he pointed out,
and at last, oily, dusty and tired, sue
ceeded in getting fairly on the road to
town.
All this time nothing had been said
concerning politics l gathered that
| Vanderson was not strong party
man, and cared very little about the
subject, which presumed to be the
reason why Fred had endeavored 10
win him from his allegiance. Not
withstauding my weary and grimy
condition, / swelled with self-satisfac
ton over the success of my persistency.
We drove up to the hall only just in
season. The crowd seemed in more
suspense than ever and our arrival
caused a great commotion. Some ap.
plauded, some cheered and some
laughed-not a few hissed-and a gen.
eral rush was made into the building.
AS | hurried my companion through
the throng caught sight of Fred, who
stood staring at rs with queer mix
ture of conflicting expressions. With a
triumphant glance at him pressed up
to the box, in which, scarcely a second
before the clock struck the hour of
closing, Nanderson calmly placed q
straight ballot which carried the elec-
tion by one vote for-the opposite
party.
Such yell as went up. Nothing
saved me from being mobbed by my
friends except that the other side sur
rounded nae in dense mass to proffer
their sincere though bitterly ironical
congratulations. And Fred was the
/ loudest of them all.
Didn't tell you, didn't tell you?"
he kept shouting. THE son who had
gone away was your man. Old Mr..
Vanderson's neveS voted anything but
our ticket for thefast forty-fve years.
"Sartain true, young sir!" said tho
old man. grinning. "Ye never asked
me about my views, an TUX it fur
granted ye was one of US But IL ye
amt much of 4 canvasser ye're mas
ter hand to work, If yc'll come out to-
morrow Wen continue our argument
constituting the inha bberterbil'ty Of
the moon. an I'll hav more ashes fer
We TO sift.''
broke away from him, escaped the
crowd, and rushed home like wild
boy. Father subsequently found me
buried in the haymow up to my neck.
crying with rage.
J There, there, sonny, never mind,
never mind" said he, soothingly III
you aren't exactly cut out for politi-
elan no more is your father. either:
and it's great relief to me that I