The daily morning journal and courier., 1906-08-10

gram: Answer positively. Will you accept nomination Governor" Bot answered, positively collect: An old man once hobled 20 miles to see my mother. On his departure he used tc her, 'Emmerline, if you don't think kin tote ham O meat home, try mel! R. l.. Taylor" Bob was nominated More than any man in Tennessee Ali Taylor dreaded his brother Bot as an opponent in the race for Gov ernor, and successfully brought their mother to his support. Just before the Democratic nominating conven tion Bob and Af dined with the old folks, and the mother put in a word ] for her eldest born. She begged Bot not to go before the convention, as Ali had already received the Republi- can nomination.
 Mother" Bob replied. T will neither attend the convention, nor will make any personal effort toward se- curing the nomination. And if my friends persist in nominating me my way. I will make you one more sol- emn promise"
 And what is that, my son?" asked the delighted old woman, believing that 1t would be s renunciation of proffered honors.
 T promise, you that that son of your over that will be long sight more baldheaded than I am when get through with him."
 The mother collapsed.
 A joke Is the breath of his noStrils to Bob Taylor, and in every canvass he points his remarks with such humor as seems suitable. In speaking of his adherence to Democracy, both party and principles Bob is wont to say that as a good old elder of his Sunday School days swallowed the Bible from "klver to kiver," so he took Democracy to his bosom, mistakes and all. And then he explains that a small boy he prefers not, to name was so wicked as to paste together two leaves just where the good elder s Bible reading was due next; hence the | elder gave forth this astonishing state- ment: When Noah was 120 years old he took unto himself wife who was"-and here the glued pages were turned-"14O cubits long, 40 cubits wide built of gopher wood and cov- cred with pitch inside and out. The elder read it again, verified it, and then remarked solemnly: My boys this is the first time have ever met with this in the Bible, but accept it. boys, as evidence of the assertion that 1 we are fearfully and wonderfully made"
 Although firing hot shot into each other daily during their famous War of the Roses" Ali and Bob Taylor ever maintained not alone good, but hrotherly feeling. Once when Ali had finished his (the second speech) and Bob as usual, arose eagerly for | his rebuttal, Ali remarked, T am physically unable to make my re1oin- der, Bob?" 'Then, gentlemen" said Bob to the large audience, q will make no reply" The crowd shouted Go on! Go on. But Bob refused, It would not be fair to my brother, he said, and stuck to 1t,
 At another time their father, who barely escaped being the candidate for Governor on the Prohibition ticket, mailed Ali q sermon on 'Brotherly Love-" clipped from a Washington paper, and at the top of the clipping was written: "Alf and Bob: Be care full to preserve he high reputation you are making, and fail not on any ac- count. God bless you. Your father lN c. T." As their father had just recovered from an illness that was nearly fatal the words touched both sons deeply
 "Alf, we must never, pain the old man" said Bob as he read the mes- sage.
 NO, never, Bob" Ali replied, as earnestly as laconically.
 During the Wars of the Roses" SC many stories were told about Bot Taylor's love of joke that it is diftl- cult to blow away the chaff. In a certain small mountain village, where the cats exceeded the human popula- ton, feline serenade worried Bob as he sought repose in the aged tavern Next morning he was awakened by by objurgatlons fro Ali, who was prowling about, searching, and in quired the trouble.
 T can't find my shoes. Do you know anything about them?" replied Ali.
 Why, yes, Ali. I chucked 'em al those cats under the window last night" said Bob '
 "Threw my shoes at cats" ex- claimed Ali, aghast at the nerve of his brother. 'eWhy didn't you throw you own at emp
 "Alf," remarked Bob sorrowfully If there's anything I despise it's a selfish man. You mustn't let that trail grow on you my boy. And any way, what difference does it make to the cats whose shoes were thrown at 'em ?''-New York Tribune.