Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1893-04-27

W4k6%z's
A GENTLEMAN RICHLY DRESSED.
against the corner lamp post, gazing
about him with an air of supreme salts
faction. It required only practiced
glance to discover the cause of this
complacency.
"a ward politician! He looks like it, y
thought North; then lifting his hat he
addressed the gentleman:
''Mr. Wymer, believer
'sBlessed if tain't!' was the graceful
response, as Mr.. Wymer turned his
smiling gaze upon North without
changing his attitude in the least.
"Jack Wymer, Esq, workin'man's
friend; here's er ticket for you, gentle
men. Pratt for may'r, Brown for treas
urer, Wymer, Jack Wymer-hooray!
that's me-for city 'torney! What's
matter with Wymer!"
sab, indeedv' rejoincd North, with
an air of interest. ''City attorney? So
you aspire-to that Office? Do you think
you'll get it?"
sect it? Dye mean to shay won't
get it? Come on, now, and back it up
if you dare!" cried Mr.. Wymer, sudden
~ assuming a pugilistic attitude; then.
as this brief paroxysm of resentment
passed off and his overpowering good
humor returned, he subsidized into his
former attitude of repose and inquired,
stupidity but amiably: ''Get what?"
North did not wish to pursue the sub
ject, so he merely responded in an
equally stupid and amiable way: "Ah!
yes, very true, Mr.. Wymer," which the
mind, looked upon as not only a very
elegant, comprehensive and satisfac-
tory, but likewise a genial and friendly
style of rejoinder, and peace was i'm
mediately reestablished.
''It is useless to ask him any ques-
tions," thought North, despairingly.
eff Dennis O'Reiuy were his own
brother he would scarcely know it in
his present condition, so might as well
pass on. It is a fortunate thing that he
doesn't know me!'
With this self-congratulation he had
turned away when he was electrified
by hearing his name pronounced by
Mr.. Wymer in tones loud enough to at
tract general attention.
North! I shay, North, hold on:
Lemme speak to you-tic'lar bish-
nush!'
North paused irresolutely and looked
back at Wymer; then, deciding to pay
no attention to the man, he turned
away again and started down the
cfr r oil <o1
Instantly Mr.. Wymer, without stir
ring from his careless, lounging atti
tude, raised his voice higher and calico
more vociferously:
81 shay! Hooray there, North, dye
hear? Lemme speak t you just minute
-tic'lar bishnush, North, dye hear?''
North heard, and so did everyone else
Gentlemen in the surrounding business
places lounged up to the doors and win.
dows and looked smilingly out; passers-
by turned their heads curiously to sec
what was going on; small boys walked
backward very nearly off the curb
stone in their anxiety to witness the
finale; and, to add to North's discom.
future, everyone whose eye he met as he
retraced his steps nodded in a familiar,
friendly way.
Wymer watched his return with
smile of stupid satisfaction.
''Now, Wymer," said North, as he
stepped up close to his tormentor, 'slet
me warn you not to waste any words.
If you have anything to say to me say
it at once, in the shortest possible time.
Do you hear?'
''North, are you my friend?" in
quired Mr.. Wymer, in reproachful
tones, as he regarded North with blink.
ing eyes.
''Now, see here, Wymer," he said,
''I'm perfectly willing to use all my in.
fuence to elect you city attorney, and
doesn't that prove that I'm your friend?"
As he spoke shout of laughter
arose from every side. He could not
imagine what it was that gave such
point to his remarks, but he saw that it
was at once perceived and appreciated.
Wymer apparently did not heed the
laughter; he noticed only North, to
whom he Immediately addressed the
imperious inquiry:
why did you run, then, if you're
friend er miner"
'sI'm not running!'' returned North
amazed.
"You are," said Mr.. Wymer, with the
ready and fearless spirit of contradic-
ton that heated political campaign
usually develops .'What have they got
you on their dude ticket for, il you
amt runnin'? / tell you, North, your
party's played-out set er thieves an
scoundrels, an you're mother, an you'll
never be 'lected city 'torney while
er worr standsl Dye hear?" And,
starting mp energetical1y, Mr.. Wymer
emphasized these statements with some
violent gestures, bringing his clcnched
flsts into an altogether disagrecabsc
proximity to North's face.
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