The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1893-09-07

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what then?r inquired
Nothing, only yonr man isn't NJ
home Yon might as well save your
self the trouble of going any farther"
Now this STRUCK me as suspicious. J.
did not precisely think Fred was tell
4 ing falsehood. but my brief expert
ence Of politics had inclined me 70 dis
/ trust everything an opponent might
say So | resolved 10 find out for my
self, andt Fred as much!
IAN right for you, Charley" replied
he. driving on offended Go ahead
and see what you'll make Of It :"
reached Vanderson's comfortable
4 looking farmhouse almost certain Of
proving Fred right and myself wrong
by finding no one there To my cx-
treme surprise saw an elderly man
near the stable. hard at work oiling a
4 wagon.wheei
mir. yanderson2r inquired.
'sThe same, !" he replied, hardly look
\ Ing up.
caught my breath Fred had told
me a lie, after all / am glad TO be
4 able to say that wish | had believed
! him.
Il want you to come to town with
me, Il you please, / CONTINUED, after a
minute. He looked at me, qnizzically.
want me to vote, eh?@
4 'tYes. that's II. How did you lsnow2s
''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 Vanderson should go To the
polls II had to carry him on my back.
] lie laid down on me pretty consid'-
BILE hard, but | told him ii warn't no
use lin all=sole alone to-day. for my
sons gone away and there's slathers d
things to do
1T won't take you an hour, Mr.. Van
eIerson. The elections awfully close,
and we need every vote we can get,
pleaded
do, Ell? WELL ye cant have mine,
young sir, answered he. looking exc
trcmely obstinate. '.Fustly, this wag
on's to lie
'.I'll help you on that exclaimed !,
jumping from the buggy and gfasping
the oil can.
secondly, the stoves 10 black, he
continued, giving up the oiling to me
without protest.
''l'll do that, too. "
Thirdly the ashes is to sift for
mulching the apple trees"
''And that, too | persisted, wonder
ing how II happened that all his jots
should be either dirty or dusty. He
began to show signs of yielding.
IF We can git throughin time, p'r'aps
I'll go with We. young sir.'
My oiling Of that wagon must have
been rare sight, and my backing Of
I that stove rarer by The time | be-
gan to sift the ashes my face and
clothes were oil where they were net
] all stove polish pl4et.ashes combined
with the other substances and the per.
\ SEPARATION arising from my exertions
formed remarkable complexion pow
der.
Meanwhile old Mr.. yanderson lighted
a 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 70 ask me questions about the
studies at school, and, finding astrono-
/ my to be one OF them. Immediately
bought ont his hobbya theory that
I the moon is inhabited
Upon this he argued to such an I'M
hearable degree that i heartily wished
/ the moon were Inhabited by Wander
/ son, vote or no vote But / had put my
hand 10 the ash sitter, and | would not
look back
If ! 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
1 town.
We drove mp to the hall only just in
season The crowd seemed in more
suspense than ever and our arrival
/ caused a gseat connection. Some APP
4 plauded, some cheered and some
1 laughed mot few hissed--and gem
ertl rush was made into the building.
I As hurried my companion through
i 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,>in which, scarcely ascend
! before the clock struck the hour of
/ closing, Nandcrson catlnly placed
straight ballot which carried the cleo
1 ton BY one vote for the opposite
4 party!
Such a yen as went up! Nothing
saved me from being mobbed by my
friends except that the other side sur
4 rounded me in 4 dense mass to prefer
/ their sincere though bitterly ironical
< congratulations And Fred was the
loudest Of them all
Didn't tel you, didn't tell YOUR.
he kept shouting. ''Ihe Nson who had
Z gone away was your man. Old Mr.
Il Sanderson's never voted anything but
A our ticket for the Inst forty five years.
Sartain true, young sirl'' said the
Mold man, grinning "Ye never asked
me about my views, am TUX it fur
granted We was one Of us. But in We.
amt much Of cpnvasser ye,re a mas
ter hand TO work II yen come ont to-
. morrow We'll continue our argument
constituting the Misunderstanding Of
the moon, an III hav more ashes fer
We TO siftf
4 I 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.
There, there, sonny, never mind.
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