The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1893-08-16
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4 simply smiled, having no intention
iof bctraying my planR
well. don't tell II you don't want
to- continued he. but know. You're
| going 70 Nnndcrson'ss
"What then?. inquired.
/ Nothing only your man isn't ~
homo, You might as wen save your
sclf the trouble 81 going any farther"
4 Now, this struck me as suspicious. I
/ did net precisely think Fred was tell
Ing 4 faischood. but my brief expert
encc 81 politics had Inclined mo TO dis
trust everything an opponent might
| say. so | resolved 70 find ont for my
self, and told Fred MS much
.iAll right for Won, Charley" replied
he, driving on offended .'Go ahead
aud see what you'll make OF H."
| / reached Nandcrsnn's comfortable
| looking farmhouse almost certain OF
| proving Fred right aud myself wrong
Nv iin,ling mo ono there, To my ex-
treme surprise | saw an elderly man
nearet HE stable. hard mt work oiling .
/ wagon wheel
SIR vanderson9" inquired.
"1rhe same. lie replied. hardly look
| Ing up.
] caught my breath. Fred had told
me q lie. after all I am glad 20 DO
able % aay that wish had believed
/ him.
"a want you 70 como q town with
mc. Il you please, continued, after
minute, lie looked at INC. qnizzicaily
Want IND 60 vote, ch2''
'fes. that's H. How did you know
| "ui. theirs was another young man
| thing
SO Master Frcd had been trying 70
| steal my man, had hep no longer re-
| grcttcd nnythinp, but solemnly RE-
| solved that Henderson should 90 70 the
polls II had y carry him On my back.
lie laid down on me pretty cpnsid'-
bic hard hit | told him II warn't no
use I'm nll solo alonWtp-dny. for my
sons gone away and there's slathers o.
things 70 do.
IN went talyc Won an hour, Mr.. VAN
depson The elections nwfnlly close,
and wc need every vote we can get"
pleaded
.'Io, eh9 Well We can't have mine,
Young Air answered he, looking ex-
tremcly obstinate, sFuAtly, this wag-
on's To lle"
Fiji help you ON thntl exclaimed !.
jumping from the buggy md grahping
tho Oh can.
.,Sccondly. the stoves to black. he
continued, giving up the oiling 70 me
without protest
'I'll do that too"
Thirdly. the ashes Is to sift for
mnIching tho apple trees Z
And that, too, persisted. wonder
| ing how II happened that all his jobs
should he either dirty or dusty, lie
began TO show signs Of yielding.
III W can GIN throughin time, p'r'nps
| Ell 90 with ye. young sir.
My oiliDg. Of thAt wagon must have
been rare sight, and my backing Of
that stove q rarcr ny the time be-
gan TO sift the ashes my face and
clothes were Oh where they were not
all stove polish. The ashes combined
with the other substances and the per-
spiration arising from my exertions
formed remarkable complexion pow
der.
Meanwhile old Mr.. Vnnderson 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 70 ask inc questions about tho
studies at school, and finding astronos
my 70 be one Of them, Immediately
brought out his hobby--a theory that
tho moon Is Inhabited.
| Upon this he argued to such an I'M
bearahle degree that heartily wished
the moon were inhabited by Wander
son, vote or no vote Bnt had put my
hand 10 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
cceded In getting fairly on tho road TO
town.
We drove up to the hall only Just In
season. Tho crowd seemed in more
suspense than ever and our arrival
caused d great commotion. Some ap-
plauled. some checred and some
laughed mot few Kissed and a gen-
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 a conflicting expressions. With
triumphant glance at him pressed up
10 the box, IN which. scarcely second
beforelthe clock struck tho hour Of
closing. Vanderson calmly placed I
straight ballot which carried the cleo
tion by one vote for--the opposite
partly
Such q yell as went upl Nothing
saved me from being mobbed by my
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 hut
our ticket for the last forty i've yearsr'
..Sartain true. young sirir said the
old man. grinning. "Ye never asked
me about my views, an TUX it fur
granted We was one of us But II We
amt much Of a canvasser ye're q mas
ter hand to work II yen come out to-
morrow We'll continue our argument
consairning the Enthusiastically Of
the moon, an I'll hav s'more ashes fer
We to siftl''
broke away from him. escaped the
crowd. and rushed home like wild
boy. Father subsequently found me