Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1893-02-23

"All right for you, Charley" replied !
he, driving on offended. Go ahead |
and see what you'll make of It,"
| reached Naudcrson's comfortable |
looking farmhouse almost certain OF |
proving Fred right and myself wrong |
by finding no one there To my cx-
trcmc surprise | saw an elderly man !
near the stable, hard at work oiling a
wngou.whccl.
"Mr Nundcrson?" inquired.
"rhc same" he replied, hardly lools-
ing up.
caught my breath Fred had told
mo lie, after ALI am glad to be
able to say that wish | had believed
him.
81 want you to como to town with
me, II you please" continued, after
minute. lie looked at me, quizzically.
want the to vote, ch?"
Yves, that's It, How did you know
"Oh! there was another young man
here awhile ago, who wanted the same
thing"
So Master Fred had been trying to
steal my man, had he? | no longer re-
GREETED anything but solemnly re.
solved that Vandcrson should go to the
polls II had to carry him ON my back.
"lle laid down on me pretty conSid'-
bic hard, but told him II warn't no
use I'm all sole alone to-day, for my
sons gone away and there's slathers q
things to do"
at won't take you an hour, MIR, Van
derson. The elections awfully close,
and we need every vote we can get"
pleaded.
40, ch? Well, ye can't have mine,
young sir" answered he, looking eN.
trcmoly obstinate, "Fustly, this wag.
on's to lie"
"l'll help you on THAR exclaimed |,
jumping from the buggy and grasping
the oil can.
SECONDLY, the stoves to black" he
continued, giving up the oiling to me
without protest
I'm do that, too"
Thirdly. the ashes is TO slit FOR
mulching the apple trees"
"And that, too" persisted, wonder.
ing how II happened that Ill his jol y
should he either dirty or dusty. lie
began TO show signs Of yielding.
III We can git through in time, p'r'aps
III 60 with ye. young sir"
My oiling Of that wagon must have
been n rare sight, and my blncl,ing Of
that stove u rarcr by the time | be-
gan to sift the ashes my face aud
clothes were oil where they wore net
al stove polish. The ashes combined
with the other substances and the per.
splratlon arising from my eNertions
formed n remarkable complexion pow.
der.
Meanwhile old Mr. Vanderson lighted
pipe, seated himself comfortably To
windward OF my whirling ash dust and
talked ON about his farm, family,
friends and foes until thought he
would drive me distracted Then no
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 inhabited.
Upon this he argued 20 such an uu
bearable degree that heartily wished
the moon were inhabited by Wander
son, vote or no vote but | had put IN,
hand to the ash sitter and would no
look b9ut,
finished the work, did three or fou
more little jobs which he pointed out
and at last, oily, dusty aud tired. sue
ceeded In getting fairly on the road I,
town.
We drove up TO the hall only Just II
season. The crowd seemed IN NOR,
suspense than ever and our arriya
caused great commotion, some mp
| -. al
laughed-not few hissed-and a gen
eral rush was made into the building.
IA hurried my companion through
the throng ! caugh sight OF Fred, who
stood staring at u, with n queer mix
ture of conflicting expressions With q
triumphant glance at him pressed NJ
To the box in which, scarcely seconC
before the clock struck the hour Of
closing, Vanderson calmly placed Q
straight ballot which carried the elec
ton by one vote for-the opposite
partyl
Such u yell aE went 60, Nothing
saved me from being moUbcd by my
friends except that the other side sur
rounded me In dense mass TO proffei
their sincere though bitterly ironica
congratulations And Fred was tn,
loudest Of them all.
Didn't tell you, didn't tell your
lie kept shouting. The Son who hat
gone away was your man. Old Mr.
Nandcrson's never voted anything bu
our ticket for the last forty-Gve years
"Sartain true, young sirl" said TN,
old man, grinninR. "Ye never aslSc,
the about my views, an TUX II fu
granted we was one Of us But II y,
amt much OF canyasser ye're mas
ter hand TO work. lfye'll come out To
morrow wen continue our argymcn
consairning the inhabbertcrbil'ty o
. the moon, an I'll hav b'more ashes fe
ye to siftp'
/ broke away from him, escaped tn
, crowd, and rushed home like wIl'
boy, Father subsequently found m
buried in the haymow up TO my neck
crying with rage.
There, there, sonny, never mind
never mind, said he, soothingly. 81
you aren't exactly cut out for politl
clan no more Is your father, either
and its great relief 10 me that
haven't got 10 go 10 the legislaturel"
But II had only believed Fred, or
had ask ed old Mr. Vanderson a few
questions-or II, or H. or III Mamie.
II. Pike, In Youths Companion.
Mgr. satolIi Puis III. 49, hop "cH oi wa"
lie IhYugnt
BAYONNE, ~ D., Feb 20 -'athe
Kllen read to his congregation lcttc
rom Archbishop Sntolli directed I