Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1902-03-22
: SIDER 5 SENCE A GLAS
: AND OTHER ETEBELS
A: IN PERPORSHON

We drove to the little platform,
alighted, hitched our horses and went
in. A typical mountaineer, tall, raw
boned and possessed of countenance
that indicated that he was mighty
onproper man to projec. with gave Us
hearty recognition and asked us what
we would have.
Two small cans Of oysters with ac-
commandments, among which were two
glasses of delicious sweet cider, were
soon disposed Of. Meanwhile our host
stood solidly with his hands in his pock-
cts suspiciously watching our every
motion.
When we had finished what was real
ly delightful repast, asked the keep
er of the store what were his charges
and was surprised to hear him say "a
quarter" Handing him dollar, VEN
tured the remark that he was taking
a slow course to riches and requested
that he accept something nearer the
true value Of so good meal.
He smiled good naturedly and put the
money in his pocket. I turned to go
out, when Croxton said to him:
stranger, allow me to introduce to
you our next governor, Colonel w. O.
Bradley
A look of astonishment passed over
the face of the mountaineer and could
see that it was by no means displeas-
ing to my little friend.
WELL" drawled the storekeeper, I'm
glad to see the Radicals have such a
decent looking fellow fer a candidate.
From what I have hearn Of him, ex-
pected to see a man with horns on his
head.
Mister you are a clever feller," he
continued, turning to me, "an I like
you, but I'm for old Simon Boliver
Buckner. I'm q Dimmicrat and never
scratched my ticket an I'll have ter
vote agin yer"
"All right" said I, 1--WE will not quar-
rel about that
Then suddenly-to have little fun
I said, bowling towards Croxton:
"Now, my good man, allow me to in
troduce you to my friend and competi-
tor, General Buckner."
Such look of disappointment I never
saw pass over a mans countenance as
came upon the mountaineer. He SEEM
ed to be speechless. He looked up and
down Croxton and finally, peing able
to contain himself no longer, said:
"well, I'll be derned. You don't tell
me this is old Bolivar!"
"Yes, sir 1 answered, this is your
candidate"
"I'll be burned if he is," retorted the
storekeeper savagely. Mister, I'm the
dingest best Dimmicrat in these noun
tains, and, as I told you, I never
scratched a ticket, but by God, when
my party expects me to vote for din
ged varmint it's leetle too much, and
if don't give one Radical vote I hope
never agin to hear the hawks holler."
Croxton by this time was almost
black with rage. put my hand on his
shoulder. shook my head at him and
hurried him into the surrey in which
we had come. But as we were prepar-
ing to move away my mountaineer
friend appeared in the doorway of his
store and cried:
"An' you say that's old Bolivar?"
YES" I answered.
The tall man drew a long breath,
Strengthened himself to his full height
and said:
"Well, I'll be id"
We drove off, and, looking back,
saw him standing in the doorway,
transfxed to the spot, until we turned
behind some trees, when he was lost
to sight.
I have no ooubt he voted for me, if
he did not discover the deception. If
he did discover it, 1 hope never to see
him again.-Gov. w. o. Bradley's Sto-
ries of Kentucky Life.