The DeLamar nugget. [volume] (DeLamar, Idaho) 1891-1900, 1893-03-18
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ylner apparently dld not need IN
laughter; he noticed only North, t
whom he Immediately addressed tn
imperious inquiry:
why did you run, then, if your
friend er nine?''
I'm not running!'' returned North
amazed.
You are" said Mr.. Wymer, with the
ready and fearless spirit of contradic
ton that heated political campaign
usually develops. What have they got
you on their dude ticket for, if you
amt runnin'? ] tell you, North, your
party's a played-out set er thieves an
scoundrels, an you're MOTHER an you'll
never be lected city torney while
er worr stands! Dye hear?" And,
starting up theoretically, Mr.. Wymer
emphasized these statements with some
violent gestures, bringing his clenched
fists into an altogether disagreeable
proximity to North's face.
Even in the midst of his ANNOYANCE
North found time to make mental
note Of the new fact that Wymer's
words had elected
$50 am the opposing candidate for
city attorney" he said to himself, ac-
cepting with half-satirical surprise
the honor that was thus thrust upon
him. Actually dabbling in local poll
tics; never supposed that l could de-
scend to that!'
Mr.. Wymers brief enthusiasm pass
ing off, he relapsed again into astate of
harmless and peaceful imbecility; and
North thought that his moment of es-
cape had come.
But in this he was cruelty disappoint-
ed. No sooner had he turned away
than Wyner started up again, exclaim-
ing with all the enthusiasm of new
Inspiration:
81 shay, NorSh, hold on; jush femme
speak t your
"Speak to me, then. and have done
with It'll" cried North, desperately.
"North-you're drunkl' asserted Mr..
Wymer, with startling emphasis, as he
sseadied himself against the lamp-post
and blinked sternly at North. you're
drunk, sir, drunk. Dye hear? You'll
never do for city 'torney; oh, mol Take
IN home, boys he added, waving his
hand unsteadily toward several gentle
men who had congregated on the cor
ner. 'sHe feels sick, now, North does.
Told i'm er truth. Don't like to have er
truth told i'm. Take him home, I
shay. His own mother wouldn't know
him now; he's drunkl'
Upon this appeal one of the gentle
men stepped forward quickly and took
North's arm, with the words:
81 think you'd better let me take you
home, North. Mr. Wymer will feel bet
ter satisfied if you do. Come on, old
fellow" he added, drawing North aside
and speaking confdentially, ''it's the
shortest way to get rid of Wymer. He's
just in condition to be troublesome.
II you can escape from him in this way,
you'd better do it,
North assented and started slowly
down the street with his arm linked in
that of his friendly companion; but he
was not destined yet to escape. Wymer
gazed after them for moment in
slightly bewildered way, then suddenly
started to follow them at a creditable
pace; creditable only in point of speed,
for he described all sorts of variations
rom the straight line of direction in
lis hurried course, while his voice was
still heard above every other sound in
he street.
"'Sawful shadw he exclaimed, very
nearly upsetting himself in his vehe-
nent efforts to extract a silk handkcr-
hief from his pocket, with the obvious
Intention of assuaging imaginary tears