The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1901-01-15

THE WOMAN'S VOTE
How Rupert Ashley Won
= Girl and the Election
at the Same Time.

TITS no good, Miss Thorold," said Ru-
pert Ashley despairingly. ''The fight lies
between Strong and tombstone, and
haven't an earthly chance Of look in
"A battle is never lost till the last shot
has been fred, Mr.. Ashley" said Doris
Thorold gently as she gazed with just
suspicion of kindness in her eyes at the
very smart and youthful candidate whom
the Conservatives had seen fit to send
down to contest the triangular battle at
Blackton-le-Moor.
That crowd Of Geordies who occupy
Walkers Rents and the lot at No Mans
Land, the other end of the town, viii
turn the balance against me. am
afraid, Miss Thorold," he continued,
that I'm bit too much of a boy for
this job. When l go about canvassing.
the women ask the men whether I've
called for the vote for my father. and
they won't believe me when | tell them
that am the candidate. And I've had to
-: - -it lads already. They objected
age wearing black coat.>sss.loDOs u NY
Il am afraid our people are s-->-.,.
bit rough" said Miss Thorold doubtfully.
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
Blaekton-le-Moo to gain two such
friends as your father and yourself"
1--WE are very glad, too. Mr.. Ashley"
Doris Thorold replied hurriedly, and
and how did you get that bruise on your
faceY she added, evidently DESTROYS Of
changing the trend Of the conversation.
.'Oh, that's nothing" he replied light
". Some one heaYed 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
your" asked Doris, her gray eyes open
ing wide in wonder.
Il am not very much liked in this part
Of the world. My father was very bad
man, and | remember that as a boy
to the wife of one Of the strikers"
"But am sure you're not hard or I'M
kind Why should they try to hurt you ?"
The sins of the fathers you know, I"
quoted Rupert as he shook hands. Good
ny, MISS LnOFOiu. w On you WISH u1e
luck for tomorrow
81 do indeed, Mr.. Ashleyi' replied
Doris.
Then, with luck, l shall come in just
about 100 votes behind Ben tombstone
and about $50 behind John Strong. Good
by"
With a fine sweep of his tail hat he
bowed and left Doris with the idea that
Tier hand had been held in his about two
seconds longer than was absolutely nee
essary to formal leave taking. As she
made her way homeward toward the
rectory the rattle of clogged feet fol-
lowed close behind her With a woman's
quick ear she caught the voices of the
two mill girls who followed in her steps.
''Tha-at's the parsons gelp explain
cd one voice. "a rare good lass she is
too! When t. ovid mother was sick wi
the scarlet fever in the time o. the ippy-
demmic, she COON to ours. an she ridded
'oop the room an codded the old CONAN
oop wi beef teas an jellies till she was
brave an well ag'inr'
Happen she's soft on that young
chap Ashley. She was talkin wi him,
speculated the first speakers companion.
Hes go-oin to pit hisself oop for par.
leymint, they do say"
HE won't be no memtSs-
mint" said the first
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