The Hawaiian gazette. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1865-1918, 1903-11-03

I did his best to get the conversation
down. The poor fellow had 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 s2s.
what is this?" thundered the cam
didate for Governor.
Cant you sect asked the now self
poised stenographer; 'its my little
bill"
do you mean to say that you will
charge me s2s for an hours work|'
That's what"
why you ornery little cuss! You
disreputable swindler, you! / know
what your game is. You think l will
have to pay and that ! 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 I have to endure"
said Mr.. Estee n few moments later.
"The law allows me just $1,000 for
election expenses and everybody swim
dies me. I 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 / could keep on travelling
the people would stop talking about
AN era of low prices Why. young
man, / am harbinger of prosperity
to the masses in this campaign"
Mr. Estee's experiences on his cam
paign, though often irritating were 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 mred and he
was obliged to send young companion
away for help. The youth was gone q
long time and did not find any aid, but
Il 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 Guv'nor."
Yes"
"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
wagon box now. Throw me your
chain.'
Don't get fretful, pardner. Can you
sing a song?"
Are you crazy?" inquired Estee anx-
iously.
Not so much as you air sittin' in
that wagon a gettin' of your feet wet
when you might be ashore. I'll tell
you. l want to hear you make
speech, sing a song or say Here Jim
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 n 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 and fam
merly." In a few minutes the Estee
buggy-the horse of which had been
previously let loose-was hauled to dry
ground and as the mountalneer 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 year
of general Republican victory. 1t
took the story six weeks to find my
moving postoffice in a strange land.
The facts We're given in letter from n
friend, written on the day after cleo
ton, and here is a paragraph from
memory: Il saw Estee at six o'clock
this morning, with 1t 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,