The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1903-11-01

if he chose and the shorthand man
did his best TO get the conversation
down. The poor fellow had a bad
half hour and then escaped to an up
stairs room TO transcribe his notes.
In a little while he came down with
them and handed the copy TO Estee
with bill for $2S.
What is this?" Numbered the can
didate for Governor.
Cant you see." asked the now SELF
poised stenographer; "its my little
BILL
DO you mean to say that you will
| charge me SIS for an hours work.
| That's WHAT
Why you ornery little cuss! You
disreputable swindler, you, 1 know
what your game is. You think I will
have to pay and that l won't stand
suit" fairly shouted the indignant
statesman. Take your money and
get out quick" The stenographer
| reached for his pay and vanished tow
ards the cocktail route where he spent
the evening and the money working
for Budd, the Democratic candidate.
You see what 1 have to endure"
said Mr. Estee a few moments later.
L ne law dIlOHS lIiC6- just S1-Vo Az
election expenses and everybody swim
dies me- 1 am overcharged for ev-
erything I buy except railroad tickets.
Even bologna sausage goes up as soon
as it is known that Estee has come to
town. If 1 could keep on travelling
the people would stop talking about
an era of low prices Why, young
man, I am a harbinger of prosperity
%l.s1 tow,
Mr.. Estee's experiences on his CAM
paign, though often irritating We're now
and then mirth-provoking as well.
Once he was crossing a stream in the
northern part of the State when his
wagon wheels became mired and he
was obliged to send a young companion
away for help. The youth was gone
long time and did not find any aid, but
a mountaineer living on the side of the
stream away from the one where Mr..
Estee's friend had landed, came down
to the bank and upon the candidates
urgent plea went back home for
trace chain and pair of mules. When
the man returned with these he sat
down on the bank and began to smoke.
WELL, said Mr.. Estee, I'm ready
to get out of this. Throw me your
chain"
ooh there amt much hurry" replied
the mountaineer lazily. SAY You tell
me you are Estee, the Republican can
didate for Guvnor."
Eyes"
Wall, what mought your views be
on the railroad question:"
But, my friend, I can't make a
speech here. The water is UP over the
chain.''
Don't get fretful, pardner. Can you
sing song?"
Are you crazy?" inquired Estee anx-
iously.
thar wagon gettin' of your feet wet
when you might be ashore. Til tell
you. I want to hear you make a
Simpson air twenty-five dollars and my
best respects to your wife and fam.
merly' Hey?"
Estee looked mad for a minute and
then standing up on the wagon box
he carefully knotted a handkerchief
around the money, threw it ashore and
removing his hat said: There Mr. Jim
Simpson air twenty-five dollars and my
best respects to your wife ard fam
merly." In few minutes the Estee
buggy--the horse of which had been
previously let loose-was hauled to dry
ground and as the mountaineer helped
the old statesman hitch up he said:
THAT air money'll come in mighty
handy to bet on Budd.''
was far afield when the news
reached me of Estee's defeat in a year
of general Republican victory 1t
took the story six weeks to find my
moving postoffice in q strange land
The facts were given in a letter from a
friend, written on the day after cleo
ton, and here is paragraph from
memory: II saw Estee at six o'clock
this morning, with u basket on his
arm, buying things in the California
market. He looked old, worn and dis
couraged. Perhaps he was up all
night, but he certainly seemed like a
politician who had fought his last cam
paign and must henceforth stand back
in the crowd and see others try their
hands,