The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1893-04-04

''What then2" inquired
I, Nothing. only your man isn't at
! home. Yon might as we'll save your.
i self the trouble Of going any further. =
Now this struck me rs suspicious.
dil not precisely think Fred was tell
ing falsahood, but my brief expert
cnce Of politics had inclined me 70 dis
trust everything an opponent might
say So resolved to find out for my
self, and told Frcd as much.
'All right for you, Charley replied
, he. driving on offended. go ahead
ara sec wha you'll make of IL
Il I reached Vanderson's comforta BILE
looking farmhouse almost certain Of
proving Fred right and myself wrong
by finding no one there. To my ex-
trame surprise ! saw an elderly man
near the stable, hard at work ofling q
| wagon-wheel.
''Mr. vnnderson?" inquired.
'TThe same" he replied, hardly look
ing mp.
caught my breath. Fred had told
me lie, after NIL. I am glad To be
able to shy that wish | had believed
him.
II want You TO como to town with
I me- II you IlActtoc, - SOubliiuSu, tA1tSt q
minute. He looked at me, quizzically.
Want me to vote, chr
Yes, 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 hep no longer re-.
/ GREETED anything, but solemnly re-
4 solved that Vanderson should 60 to the
/ polls II had TO carry him on my back.
tIle laid down on me pretty consid'-
4 tile hard. but told him II warn't no
use. I'm all sole alone to-day, for my
sons gone away and there's slathcrs o.
things to do"
sit won't take you an hour, Mr.. Van
derson. The elections awfully close,
and we need every vote we can get,
I pleaded.
4 DO, eh? Well. We can't have mine,
u young sir" answered he, looking cx-
tremely Obstinate 'Fustly, this wag-
4 on's to ile--p
EN- 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.
TN do that, too. /"
Thirdly. the ashes is to sift for
nulehing the apple trees.
And that, too, persisted, wonder
!, ing how it happened that all his jobs
! should be either dirty or dusty. lie
began to show signs Of yielding.
frye can git through in time, p'r'aps
Ill go with We. yon ng sir. ''i~
I My oiling Of that wagon must have
I been a rare sight, and my backing Of
that stove rarer. by the time be-
gaQ to sift the ashes my face and
:. clothes were oil where they were net
all stove polish. The ashes combined
with theAother substances and the per.
SEPARATION arising from my cxertions
formed a remarkable complexion pow,
/, der
! Meanwhile old Mr. Lighted
i u pipe, seated himself comfortably K
! windward Of my whirling ash dust ant
talked on about his farm, family
friends and foes until thought h,
would drive me distracted. Then b,
began TO ask me questions about tn,
!, studiessat school, and, finding astrono
! my to be one of them, immediatel,
/ brought out his hobby-a theory tina
the moon is inhabited.
Upon this he argued to such an i'm
3. bearable degree that heartily wishe,
y the moon were. inhabited by Wander
!, son, vote or no vote But had put m,
{ hand to the ash sitter and l would no
!. look back.
: finished the work, did three or fou
! more little jobs which he pointed out
and at last, oily, dusty and tired, sue
! ceeded in getting fairly on the road !
: town.
We drove up to the hall only just i
:. season The crowd seemed in NOR
I suspense than ever and our arriva
! caused great commotion. Some az
: plauded some cheered aud som
!. langhed-not few Kissed and gen
,cral rush was made into the building.
: As hurried my companion throug
! the throng caught sight Of Fred VIII
!. stood staring at us with queer mis-
J, ture Of conflicting expressions. With
E triumphant glance at him pressed u
4 10 the box, in which, scarcely secon
: before the clock struck tho hour Z
closing, Vanderson calmly placed
! straight ballot which carried the elet
& tion by one vote for--the. opposit
4 partyl
!. Such a yell as went up! Nothin
3 saved me from being mobbed by m
! friends except that the other side SUI
4, rounded me in dense mass to profile
= their sincere though bitterly ironic;
i congratulations And Fred was til
loudestlof them all
IN Didn't tell you, didn't tell youf
u he kept shouting. THE son who ha
gone away was your man. Old NJ
q Vanderson's never voted anything b,
our ticket for the last forty-fve years
Y ''Sartain true, young sirr' said tt
Z old man, grinning. '.Ye never aske
4 me about my views, an TUX it Fl
Il granted We was one Of us. But If j
:. amt much of canyasser ye're a ma
y ter hand to work. II yen come out L
+ morrow wen continue our argymeI
q consairning the inhabberterbil'ty
the moon, an I'll hav s'more ashes II
Sc TO sifti'
Il broke away from him, escaped II
6 crowd, and rsshed home like a WI
n boy. Father subsequently, found Ii
/. buried in the hayfnow up to my neel
- crying with rage.
There. there sonny, never minis
n never mind, said he, soothingly g