The White Pine news. [volume] (Treasure City, Nev.) 1868-1906, 1901-01-24

Man Land, the other emu OF the lo"h'
will turn the balance against me. am
afraid, Miss Thorold," he continued,
that I'm a bit too much of boy for
this job. When l go about canvassing
the women ask men whether I've called
for the vote for my father, and they
won't believe me when l tell them that
am the candidate. And I've had TO
lick two pltlads already. They object
ed In practical manner to boy of my
age wearing black coat"
81 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"
1--WE are very glad, too, Mr.. Ashley,
Doris Thorold replied hurriedly. And
and how did you get that bruise on
your faeeg she added, evidently deslr-
GUS of changing the trend of the con-
versation.
"Oh, that's nothingp he replied light
". Someone heaved stone through
the carriage window last night as l
was driving home. Political feeling
runs a little bit higher up here than
1t does In the home counties, you
know"
But why should they try to hurt
your" asked Doris, her gray eyes open
ing wide In wonder.
II am not very much liked in this
part of the world. My father was n
very bad man, and | remember that
as boy | received a 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?"
1.-The sins of the fathers you know, y
quoted Rupert, as he shook hands.
"Good-by, Miss Thorold. Won't you
wish me luck for tomorrow"
II do, indeed, Mr.. Ashley" replied
Doris.
"Then, with luck, shall come in just
about hundreA votes behind Ben
tombstone, and about a 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 a formal leaye-taking
As she made her way homeward to
ward the rectory the rattle Of clogged
feet followed close behind her. With
womans 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
planned one voice. "A rare good lass
she Is. tool When t'owd mother was
sick WI the scarlet fever, In the time
O. tn ippydemmic, she COON to ours
nm she rldded 'oop the room, an cod
died the old 'ooman oop WI beef teas
an jellies till she was brave an wei
again"
Happen she's soft on that young
chap Ashley; she was talkin' WI him,
speculated the first speakers compan
lon. Hes go-oin' TO pit hisself oop fol
parleymint. they do say"
"He won't be no member of parley
mint" said the first speaker. 1.-THE
Jolly Miners Benefit Club are all goin
to slash oop his meetin' tonight; an
daddy says they're all goin' to vote agi1
him tomorrow. An there's three
hoondred ON EN-"
"D'ye think they'll hurt him" asked
her companion anxlously. Hes 9
gradely la-ad."
The sound of voices died away I'D 9
side street, and Doris hurried on trem
bling.
Grim tales Doris had heard Of the
brutalities of past elections fitted
through her brain.
She was still trembling, when shs
was brought to a standstill by a shril
feminine call from the door Of a small
grimy cottage.
Ere, Miss Doris, wants yerv'
There was no installing the cockney
accent of Mrs. Acroyd, the stalwart
mistress Of the cottage.
She was lady of southern birth. and
regarded by most Of the inhabitants OF
Blackton-le- Moor as ''furriner." New.
ertheless her social influence in the
town was immense, for was she not the
spouse, and considerably the "better
half" of Bully Acroyd, the champion
heavy weight of the whole district and
a footballer coveted by all the sur.
rounding countiesT
Come In, an let me dust n chair for
yer, Miss Doris" said Mrs. Acrovd,
MY Bill. e amt come home from
work yet, or ed be that proud to see
yer as yer wouldn't believer,
Doris took the proffered seat.
"Well, Mrs. Acroyd. what can I dc
for your" she asked
ITS not about me that wanted tc
see yer. Miss Doris. It's about your
SELF replied Mrs. Acroyd. as she. fold
ed massive pair Of arms with an all
Of decision.
"Have offended any OF the,mother,
in tho sewing circleID askad Neat.