The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1893-09-21


Of bctraying my plans
We'll, don't tell II you don't want
To-" continued he. 'sbut know. You're
going 10 yanderson's
What them" inquired
Nothing, only your man isn't AZ
home. You might rs well save your
self the trouble Of going any farther =
Now this struck me as suspicious.
did not precisely think Fred was tell
ing falschood, but my brief expert
ence Of politics had inclined me toy dis
, trust everything an opponent might
shy. SO resolved to find out for my
self. and told Fred as much.
"All right for yon, Charley" replied
he, driving on offended. go ahead
and see what you'll make Of it,
reached Vandersonss comfortable
looking farmhouse almost certain Of
proving Fred right and myself wrong
ny finding no one there To my ex-
treme surprise saw an elderly man
near tic stable. hard at work ofiing a
wngon-whecl.
'.Mr. Vunderson?" inquired.
"'rhe same, 81 he replied, hardly look
ing up. !.
caught my breath. Fred had told
me lie. after all. | am glad to be
able TO say that wish had believed
him.
~ want you 10 come TO town with
me, II you please" continued, after a
minute. lie looked at me, quizzically
Want me 10 vote, eh?',
Yes, that's IT, How did you know
.'Ohl there was another young man
here awhile ago, who wanted tho same
thing
SO Master Fred had been trying to
steal my man, had he? no longer re-
GREETED anything, but solemniy re-
solved that Henderson should 90 10 the
polls II had to carry him on my back.
"lle laid down on me pretty
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 o
things TO do.
III won't take YOU an hour. siis Van
derson. The elections awfully close,
and we nced every vote we can get" /
pleaded.
Do, ch2 Well, ye can't have mine,
young sir" answered he. looking ex-
trcmely obstinate. ''Eustly. this wag-
on's to lie
iii help you on that" exclaimed |.
jumping from the buggy and grasping
the oil can
SECONDLY. the stoves To black, he
continued, giving mp the oiling TO me
without protest
"I'll dorthat, too /"
Thirdly, the ashes is TO sift for
mnlching the apple trees. I
And that, too, persisted, wonder
ing how it happened that all his jol
should he either dirty or dusty. He
began to show signs Of yielding.
III e can git through in 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
that stove rnrer. by the, time / be-
gan 10 slit The ashes my face and
clothes were oil where they We're net
all stove polish The ashes combined
with the other substances and the per.
SEPARATION arising from my cxertions
formed remarkable complexion pow
der.
Meanwhile old Mr.. Henderson lighted
u pipe, seated himself comfortably to
windward Of my wheeling ash dust and
talked on about his farm, family,
friends and foes until ! Thought he
would drive inc distracted Then he
began to ask me questions about the
studies at school, and, finding astreno-
my to be one of them, immediately
brought out his hobby theory that
the moon is inhabited.
Upon this he argued to such an un-
bcarable degree that heartily wished
the moon were Inhabited by Wander
son, vote or no vots But had put nv
hand to the ash sitter and would not
look back
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 10
town.
We drove up to the hall only Just III
season. The crowd seemed IN more
suspense than ever and our Arrival
caused gteat commotion Some ap-
plauled some cheercd ana some
laughed mot few Kissed ani gen.
eral rush was made into the building.
As hurried my companion through
the throng caught sight Of Fred, who /
stood sta; ing at us With a queer mix
turc Of conflicting expressions With a
triumphant glance at him / pressed up
70 the box, in which, scarcely second
before the clock struck the hoar Of
closing, Nandcrson calmly placed a1l
straight BALLOT which carried the cleo
ton by one vote for-the opposite
partyl
Such a yell as went up! Nothing
saved me from being mobbed by INV
friends except that the other side sur
rounded me iii dense mass TO prefer I
their sincere though bitterly ironical
congratulations. And Fred was the
loudest of them all.
Didn't tell yo1, didn't tell your,
he kent shouting, THE Son who had
gone away was your man. Old Mr..
never voted anything but (
our ticket for the last forty-five years. I
"Sartain true, Young sir!' said the (
old man, grinning. "Ye never asked
me about my views, an'gI TUX it fur.
granted w was one OF us But If We
ain much of canvasser5ye're a mas #
ter hand TO work lfyc'll come ont To-
morrow we'll continue our argument /
consuming the inhabberterbil'ty Of
the moon, an I'LL hav stmorc ashes fer
re to sift!''
broke away from him. escaped the 4
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