The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1901-02-15

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lick two pitlads already. They object |
ed in practical manner to boy OF my |
age wearing a black coat"
l.
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 becomingiy.
"whether 1 get in or not, l shall always
thank the conservatives for sending me
down to Blackton-le-MOOr to gain two
such friends as your father and your
self"
we are very glad, too, Mr.. Ashley
Doris Thorold replied hurriedly. And
and how did you get that bruise on
your face?" she added, evidently deslr-
Gus of changing the trend of the con
yersation.
"Oh. that's nothingr' he replied light
". Someone heaved a stone through
the carriage window last night as l
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.
Il am not very much liked in this
part of the world. My father was a
very bad man, and l remember that
as a boy l received a thrashing for Civ
ing assistance to the wife Of one of his
strikers"
But am sure you're not hard OF
unkind. Why should they try to hurt
you?'
".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
Il do, indeed, Mr.. Ashley! replied
Doris.
Then, with luck, l shall come in JUS
about a hundred votes behind Bel
tombstone. and shout a hundred anC
fifty behind John Strong. Good-by.
With a fine sweep of his tall hat h
bowed and left Doris with the idea tina
her hand had been held in his abou
two seconds longer than was absolute
Iy necessary to a formal leave-taking
As she made her way hOmeward to
ward the rectory the rattle of clogge'
feet followed close behind her. Wit
woman's quick ear, she caught tn
voices OF the two mill girls who 10
lowed in her steps.
'sTha-at's the parsons gel!' eA
planned one voice. "A rare good las
she is. too! When t'Owd mother wa
sick WI the scarlet fever, in the tim
o. tn ippydemmic. she COON to our
an she ridded 'oOp the room, an Coz
died the old 'ooman oOp WI beef tea
an jellies till she was brave an we
again."
Happen she's soft on that your
chap Ashley; she was talkin' WI him
speculated the first speakers cOmpa
Ion. He's gO-Oin' to pit hisself oop 4
parleymint, they do say"
He won't be no member Of parle
( mint" said the first speaker. TT
Jolly Miners Benefit Club are all goi
10 SlaSn OOp HIS AhNStiu NO-AASAef -
daddy says they're all goin' to vote ag
him tomorrow. An there's thr
hoOndred on EN-"
Dye think they'll hurt himr' ask
her companion anxiously. Hes
gradely la-ad."
The sound Of voices died away up
side street. and Doris hurried on tire
bling.
Grim tales Doris had heard Of
brutalities Of past elections hit
through her brain.
She was still trembling, when $
was brought to a standstill by SIN
feminine call from the door Of a sm'
grimy cottage.
" Ere. Miss Doris, 1 wants yer!'
There was no installing the cockr
accent of Mrs. Acroyd, the stalw
mistress OF the cottage.
She was a lady Of southern birth, a
regarded by most OF the inhabitants
Moor as a "furriner.' \
ertheless her social influence In
town was immense, for was she not
spouse, and considerably the 'be'