The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1893-05-20

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%. 4" contlnued he ''but know. Tou'rc
going 70 Vnndcrson'An
~What then7~ inquired
Nothing. only your man i1nt =
homo You might - vel tase yonr-
self the trouble q goins any fasthcr- :
Now this struck ne g suspicious ]
did not precisely think Pred w4s tell
ing 1 faisehood. but ny brief expert
ence Of politics hnd incIinsd ne 70 Dis
trust everything Al opponent might
say So resolved 70 6nd out for my
self, and told Fred - much.
All right for Jon. Chariey.- replied
be, driving on offended 60 ahead
and zee what you'lI make q Il
/ reached yandersonia comfortabie-
looking farmhouse almost certain Of
proving Fred wight and myself wrong
by finding no one there To ny en-
treme surprise I saw en- elderly man
near the stable. hard 1t work Cling .
wagon-wheeL
mr. yanderson9r ] inquired
The same" he replied, hardly look
/ caught my breath Fred had told
me . lie. after all am glad 70 be
able 70 say that Wish had believed
him.
u want you 70 come 70 town with
me. II you please" continued, after .
minute He looked At me, quizzicniiy.
Want me 70 vote, chr
YEA that's It How did Jon know
'sohl there was another young man
here awhile ago. who wanted the same
thing
So Master Pred he'd been trying 70
steal my man. had he7 no longer re-
GREETED anything. but soiemnly re-
solved that Yanderson should 90 70 the
polls II had 70 carry him on my back.
he laid down on me pretty consid'
ble hard. but told him Il warn't no
use I'm oil sole alone to-day. for my
sons gone away and there's slathers O
things To- do"
IT won't take you an honr. Mr.. Van
dcrson. The elections awfully close,
and we need every vote We can get !
pleaded
.sDo. eh7 Wen. ye can't hare mine,
young SIR" answered he. looking ex-
tremeiy obstinate. .Fustiy, this wag-
cn's 70 lie"
IN help you on THAR exclaimed !.
jumping from the buggy and Grasping
the Oh can
Secondly, the stoves 70 black. he
continued, giving mp the oiling 70 me
without protest
.'I'll do that too. I"
Thirdly, the ashes Is 70 sift for
mulching the apple trees"
And that too, persisted, wonder
Ing how II happened that AL his jobs
should be either dirty or dusty He
began TO show sigma Of yielding.
II ye can git through In time. p'r'aps
I'll go with ye, young sir"
Ny cling Of that wagon must have
been rare sight, and my bIaciing Of
that atove q rarer. BY the time be-
gan 70 sift the ashes my face and
clothes were oil where they were not
all stovc polish The ashes combined
with the other substances and the per
spiration arising from my cxertiops
formed q remarkable complexion pow
der.
Meanwhile old Mr.. vanderson lighted
pipe, seated himself comfortably to
windward Of my whirling ash dust and
talked on about his farm, family,
friends and foes until ! thought ne
would drive me distracted Then he
began TO ask me questions about the
studies at school, and, finding aAtrono-
my TO be one Of them, Immediately
brought out his hobby theory that
the moon II inhabited
YT,,,.,, at 4
beRrable degree that heartily wished
the moon wcre inhabited by Wander
son, vote or no vote. But had put my
hand 70 the ash sitter and would not
look back.
finished the work, did three or four
more little jobs which he pointed out,
and 1t last, oily. dusty and tired, suc.
ceeded in getting fairly on the road to
town
We drove up to the hall only Just In
season. The crowd seemed In more
suspense than ever and our arrival
caused great commotion. Some ap.
plaudcd, some cheered and some
laughed mot few Kissed and gen
eral rush was made into the building.
Az / hurried my companion through
the throng caught sight OF Fred, who
stood staring at as with queer mix
ture Of conflicting expressions. With
triumphant glance at him pressed up
to the box, in which, scarcely second
before the clock struck the hour of
closing, vanderson calmly placed .
straight ballot which carried the cleo
ton by one vote for-the opposite
partyl
Such yell as went upl Nothing
saved me from being mobbed by nv
friends except that the other side sur
rounded me In dense mass TO prefer
their sincere though bitterly ironical
congratulations And Fred was the
loudest OF them all
Didn't tell you, didn't tell your"
he kept shouting. The son who had
gone away was your man. Old Mr..
Vanderson's never voted anything but
our ticket for the last forty-6ve years.
"Sartain true. young sirl" said the
old man, grinning. "Ye never asked
me about my views, an TUX It fur
granted ye was one Of us But II We
ain't much Of q canvasser ye're q mas
ter hand 70 work. II ye'll come out to-
morrow wen continue our argument
consairning the Enthusiastically Of
the moon, an Ill hav s'more ashes fer
sc to sifti''
broke away from him, escaped the
crowd, and rushed home like q wild
boy. Father subsequently found me
buried in the haymow up to my neck,
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