Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1901-01-02

wont DelleVe Inc Wnen tell them tndl
l am the candidate. And Eve had to
lick two pitlads already. They object
ed in practical manner to boy of my
age wearing black coat"
Il am afraid our people are little
bit rough" said Miss Thorold, doubt
fully.
Anyhow, Miss Thorold," continued
Rupert, lifting his eyes from the
ground and blushing becomingly
whether get in or not, shall always
thank the conservatives for sending me
down to Blackton-le-Moor to gain two
such friends as your father and your
self"
I'VE are very glad too, Mr.. Ashley"
Doris Thorold replied hurriedly. And
and how did you get that bruise on
your face?" she added, evidently desir-
Gus of changing the trend Of the con-
yersation.
"Oh, that's nothingw he replied light
~. Someone heaved a stone through
the carriage window last night as
was driving home. Political feeling
runs a little bit higher up here than
it does in the home counties, you
know."
But why should they try to hurt
you?" asked Doris, her gray eyes open
ing wide in wonder.
81 am not very much liked In this
part OF the world. My father was
very bad man, and | remember that
as boy received thrashing for CIV
Ing assistance to the wife Of one of his
strikers"
"But | am sure you're not hard or
unkind. Why should they try to hurt
you?"
"srhe sins of the fathers you know"
quoted Rupert, as he shook hands.
"Good-by, Miss Thorold. Won't you
wish me luck for tomorrow"
Il do, indeed, Mr.. Ashley!' replied
Doris.
"Then. with luck, l shall come in just
about a hundred votes behind Ben
Johnstone, and about hundred and
fifty behind John Strong. Good-by."
With a fine sweep Of his tall hat he
bowed and left Doris with the idea that
her hand had been held In his about
two seconds longer than was absolute
ly necessary to formal leave-taking.
AS she made her way homeward to-
ward the rectory the rattle of clogged
feet followed close behind her. With
woman's quick ear, she caught the
voices of the two mill girls who fol-
lowed in her steps.
"Tha-at's the pa-ason's gel!' ex-
plaIned one voice. "A rare good lass
she Is. too. When towd mother was
sick WI the scarlet fever, in the time
o tn ippydemmic, she COON to ours
an she ridded 'oop the room, an COD
died the old 'ooman oop WI beef teas
an jellIes till she was brave an well
AGAIN.
'Huppen she's soft on that young
chap Ashley; she was talkin' WI him.
specuated the first speakers compan-
ION He's go-oln' to pit hisself oop for
parleymint, they do say"
"He won't be no member of parley-
mint" said the first speaker. The
Jolly Miners Benefit Club are all goin'
TO slash oop his meetln' tonight; an
daddy says they're all goin' to vote agln
him tomorrow. An there's three
hoondred on en-
"D'ye think they'll hurt himT asked
her companion anxiously. Hes a
gradely la-ad."
The sound of voices died away up a
side street, and Doris hurried on trem-
bling
Grim tales Doris had heard of the
brutalitles of past elections fitted
through her brain.
She was still trembling, when she
was brought to Il standstill by n shrlll
feminine call from the door of small.
grlmy cottage.
ERE Miss Doris. | wants yer.'
There was no mlstaking the cockney
accent OF Mrs. Acroyd, the stalwart
mistress of the cottage.
She was a lady of southern birth, and
regarded by most of the inhabitants Of
Rlackton-le-M Moor as Il "furrlner." New
ertheless her social influence in the
town was immense, for was she not the
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