The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1893-07-31

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/ simply Amiled. having no Intention
81 hetrayingl my plans
Well don't tell II you don't want
g. continued he. hut know. You're
/ going 10 vnndefson'a"
What thensn inquired
Nothing, only Your man isn't ~
Fkome. fou might as well save your
Dsclf tho trouble u going any farther
4 Now THIS struck mo as suspicious.
dbl not precisely think Fred was tell
Ing il falsehood, but my brief expert
ence 81 politics had inclined ,me 70 dis
trust everything an opponent might
say. So resolved to find out for my
self and told Fred as much.
All right for you, Charley" replied
hc. deiying on offended .Go ahead
and see what You'll make Of H."
reached vandcreon's comfortable
hooking farmhouse almoat certain Of
| proving Fred right and myself wrong
| Nv finding no ono there TO my ex-
trnmc surprise ! saw On elderly man
near The stable. hard at work oiling =
wagon. wheel
"alr Vandcrsonsr I inquired.
"'Thc same, : he replied, hardly look
inE MP
caught my breath. Fred had told
mo a lie, after all am glad 70 be
able to shy that wish had believed
him.
II want you 10 como to town with
me, II yon please. continued, after
minute lie locked at me, qniazlcnlly.
Want inc 10 vote, eh?"
Yes, that's II How did you lgnowg'
here awhile ago. who wanted the same
thing :
80 Master Fred had been trying 70
steal my man. had hep no longer re-
GREETED anything. but solemnly 70
solved that vanderson should % 70 the
polls II had to carry him on my back
.lle laid down on me pretty conSid'-
BILE hard, but told him II warn't no
use. I'm all sole alone to-day, for my
sons gone away nnd there's slathcra D
things 10 do"
III won't take you an hour. Mr.. VAN
derson. The elections nwfully close.
and we need every vote we can get
blended
.'Do, oh? Well. We can't have mine,
young sir," answered he, looking ex-
tremcly obstinate. .Fustly, this wag-
on's 10 iicr-"
"Ill help yon on thatis exclaimedsI.
jumping from the buggy and grasping
the oil cnn
SECONDLY, tho stoves to black, ! he
continued, giving up the oiling to me
without protest,
"I'li do that. too.
Thirdly, the ashes IS 70 sift for
muiehinR tho apple trees.
sAnd that, too persisted, wonder
ing how II happened that all his Jobs
should hc either dirty or dusty. He
begun ID show signs of yielding.
III yescan cit thronghin time. p'r'aps
III 60 with We. young sir
My oiling Of that wagon must have
boon rare sight. and my blaclking Of
that stove rarer by the time / be.
gan 70 sift the ashes my face and
clothes were oil whore they were not
all stove polish. Tho ashes combined
with the other substances and the per-
aspiration arising from my exertiona
formed a remarkable complexion pow
der.
Meanwhile old Mr.. ynnderson 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 he
began ID ask me questions about the
studies at school. and, finding astrono-
my 10 be one OF them, Immediately
brought out his hobby--a theory that
the moon is Inhabited.
Upon this he argued 10 such an nm
bcarable degree that heartily wished
the moon were inhabited BY Wander
son, vote Or no vote. But had put my
handIto the ash sitter and would not
look back.
! finished the work, did three or four
more little Jobs which he pointed out,
and Ut last. oily, dusty and tired. sue
cecded in getting fairly on the road to
town.
We drove up to the hall only just in
season. Tho crowd seemed III more
caused great commotion. Some APP
plauded, some cheered and some
laughed not few Kissed and gem
eral rush was made into the building.
As hurried my companion through
the throng caught sight Of Fred, who
stood staring at us with queer mix
ture Of conflicting expressions With
triumphant glance At him pressed up
to the box, III which. scarcely second
before the clock struck the hour Of
closing. Vanderson calmly placed 1
straight ballot which carried. the elec-
ton by one vote for--the opposite
partyi
Such yell as went upl Nothing
saved me from being mobbed BY my
friends except that the other side sur
rounded me In dense mass 10 prefer
their sincere though bitterly ironical
congratulations. And Fred was the
londest ii them all.
Didn't tell you. didn't tell you7'
he kept shouting THE son who had
gone away was your man. Old Mr..
Vanderson's never voted anything but
orr ticket for the last forty-five yearsr'
sSartain true. young siri" said the
old man, grinning. s'Ye never asked
me about my views, an, TUX II fur
granted We was one ~ US But II yc
amt much Of canvasser yc're mas
ter hand to work. II yen come out to-
morrow wen continue our Argument
eonsairning tho Enthusiastically Of
the moon, an Ill hav s'morc ashes fer
pa N eiffits