The daily democrat. [volume] (Anadarko, Oklahoma) 190?-1908, 1907-04-19
MIS- TAKES
Mrs. Candidate suI Can Mako
Them.

The rural vote must be cultivated!
To this end, Mr. Candidate bought a
small farm for a summer home, and
Mrs. Candidate, as politicians wife
and ever interested I'm her husbands
AFFAIRS, entered enthusiastically upon
the duty Of educating herself I'm its
varied interests.
George she began one hot day,
tanning herself with her sun bonnet
while she studied her husbands draw
ing for an addition to the farmhouse,
when will you begin TO build?'
"Never!" replied her husband from
behind a Farmers Bulletin.
Good heavens!" exclaimed his wife.
"You surely don't expect me to spend
another summer here without moro
room. do your"
Mr. Candidate laid aside his Bulle.
tin, carefully selected another and re-
sumed his reading without replying
to his wife's question.
Mrs. Candidates indignation grew
rs she watched him
Really, George" she said. her voice
! vibrating with resentment, "am TO
| interpret your silence as a refusal TO
mako any explanation Of this extra
ordinary change of plan?"
You wouldn't like the explanation
after It was made, Matte" said her
husband, continuing TO read.
"Of course, that mean, George"
said his wife, bitingly, 'inat the ex.
planation involves some criticism of
| me-"
Mr.. Candidate read on.
We'll, George said Mrs Candl-
date, so offended that her voice trem-
bled, you wouldn't treat me with such
scant courtesy II I were one Of your
constituents"
MY constituents are more careful
OF my interests than you are, Matte"
said her husband, curtly.
Mercy, Georgel" exclaimed his
wife, actually suffering with surprise,
How can you say that, after all I've
done this summer to make you-well,
solid with the country votersl"
Mrs. Candidate paused Mr.. Candi.
date read with an oblieiousness that
thoroughly aroused her.
Look at this hideous dress" she
exclaimed, her voice thrilling with In
dignaticn, "and this check apron and
this sun bonnet that I've worn to i'm.
press the farmers wives and daugh.
tersl"
Mrs. Candidates voice broke with
the pathos of her sacrifice. Mr. Can.
didate preserved a sphinx-like silence.
Don't | churn publicly under the
big tree in the back yard every morn.
Ing just to show that I respect labor,
and didn't we put the hennery right
next to the public road so that every.
body could see that wasn't too proud
TO feed the chickens?"
The climax found Mrs. Candidate
breathless and Mr.. Candidate still un-
provoked TO speech
"If you can deny all this, George"
resumed his wife. with a majesty of
brow suited to Lady Macbeth herself,
81 haven't another word TO say"
Mr.. Candidate rose and took several
turns up and down the shady gallery.
well, Matte" he finally said, with
the air Of one who reluctantly yields
TO pressure and performs a disagreea-
Bile duty, what did you say to the
leading dairyman of the county yes
terdsy?" Pausing in his promenade
and looking intently at his wife.
Mrs. Candidate became suddenly
limp.
81 see, Matte" said her husband
resuming his walk. that you can re-
call as distinctly as | do your state
ment to that dairyman that you con-
sidered 1t unrefned, even vulgar, to
sell milk"
Mrs. Candidate hung her head
Now, Matte" he continued, with
district attorneys manner; what did
you say the day before to Mr.. Poul-
terer?"
Mrs. Candidate dropped among the
Farmers Bulletins completely un-
strung.
We'll, George" said the wife, with
an effort, "the very moment | told
him that l didn't see how anybody
could eat the kind of chickens he
raises, | saw that | had made a mis-
take and Mrs. Candidate frightened
a little with the confession.
Indeed" exclaimed her husband,
with "A sarcastic intonation that made
his wife subside again.
Perhaps you understand now, Mat
tie, why have abandoned all idea OF
spending our summers en- this farm"
and Mr.. Candidate, with the calm OF
desperation, filled his pipe and lighted
It. while Mrs. Candidate reflected bit
terly upon her many vain sacrifices
to the prejudices OF the country
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